Even though she walked into Pasqua, her reflexes was surprisingly good and she didn't seem to react much. The sign to be quiet though was easy to understand, and Elsa tried to slow her breathing. Leaning against the wall she stared in confusion at Pasqua as the other woman crouched down, almost sitting on the floor. It must be dirty and dusty, no one would sweep it until tomorrow, why would she want to do that? Not even when Pasqua leaned out did Elsa understand, it seemed an irrational thing to do. Shaking her head, she kept herself flattened to the wall, waiting for some instruction or question. There was no reason to be overly helpful, Elsa preferred to get at least something in return. In this case, she was hoping for more information. Her beating heart was calming down, it calmed her greatly that the sound of the templar was walking away - until suddenly it wasn't anymore. The sound of his footsteps was returning, and Elsa's heart raced once again. It was not that she was so frightened of the templars that she didn't dare to confront them. But confronting them without an explanation was asking for trouble. Their constant vigilance made them suspicious to most anything a lowly mage would try to tell them, and Elsa preferred not to be a target of that sort of suspicion. She preferred to spin her little webs in the shadows.
Therefore Elsa was not quite prepared for Pasqua turning back to her and started to move her fingers in fluttering patterns. She was about to ask when the woman stopped and instead mouthed something to her that it too Elsa a minute to understand. Other way around. The answer was short, and Elsa shook her head. It made her even more nervous, to see what this odd woman would do next, because clearly, sooner or later, she would do something to downrightly danger Elsa's position...