Although she was calmer now with every passing moment, Elsa was still terrified enough of this stranger to do her every bidding. As the woman seemed to be thinking, Elsa pondered her own options, but saw no escape and no wiggling-room. She had walked into this mess - or rather this mess had walked up to her - and now she had to handle it as graciously she could, without compromising herself too much, or inducing Pasqua's wrath.
Straightening her back she resisted the overwhelming need to wring her hands worriedly, trying to appear more collected, though it was not really the case. And indeed, when the other woman asked a question, she shot off an answer as quickly as the most well trained apprentice. "It's nothing really, it's just a maze of corridors and rooms that are no longer used. I walk there sometimes to be undisturbed." Of course there was more to it. Davio had mentioned a couple of times that it was these parts of the tower that apprentices, or indeed enchanters, went to when they wanted some peace and quiet and could not find it under the watchful eyes of the templars. But she didn't need to mention that did she? This small rebellion made Elsa feel slightly better, as if she had some leverage, something she had kept for later, to use to better her own position. It did not occur to her that whatever would happen, she would be forced to take a part in.
"Blue?" she said hesitatingly, surprised at the question. It was a strange turn for the conversation to take, to suddenly stand here discussing fashion. "Simpler in cut than my own," she added in a perplexed voice. "But blue."