It was decidedly strange, heading into a fight like this with the intention of leaving the killing to others. Elsa had always been one of the scrappers, the heavy hitters, combining firepower and knowledge and agility and speed to rain down some violence without taking hits in return - even though she could have easy survived them. Didn't really matter if it wouldn't do her any real long term damage, getting hit still knocked you off-course, made your body flinch a bit.
Yet here she was, practically unarmed but for the bombs she carried; only a single semi slung over her back and a handgun holstered at her side. It meant trusting the rest of the group, people she barely knew and one she really ought to have killed by now except that he was Integra's pet. At least whatever binding spells she had on him seemed to be pretty effective, but if they ever proved otherwise... Well.
She tried to keep to the opposite side of the group from Harry, trying to place where they were on the tentative mental map in her head that had been put together from Shepard's information. There was plenty of room for the unexpected, given that no one had ever done this before, but they had at least some vague idea of where they were going. "Push that way," she directed, pointing towards one of the passages and trying to ignore the itch of wanting to join in on the destruction. She wasn't her father, no, but growing up like she had it was really just a wonder she wasn't more fucked up. Or totally bleeding psychotic, for that matter.