The door opened, and the woman she had been searching for slipped out. Even though Elsa had been looking for her for that exact purpose, her outfit, the huge sword at her back was still as surprising as it had been the day before. Somehow, in Elsa's mind, the beautiful face and these deadly attributes just didn't go together - it confused her to see a woman as a soldier. Realising she had been staring quite rudely, Elsa coloured slightly and raised her chin slightly. The most important thing was that this woman could teach her what she wanted, her sex had to be irrelevant, how ever perplexing.
At the reference of the incident the day before, Elsa's cheeks coloured slightly again, her hands fisting unseen in the folds of her skirt. She faltered, just a second, at the mention of Brennan's name; it brought out feelings of warmth and familiarity, until she firmly pushed them away, focusing on Imenry's cold, irritated face. "I wasn't looking for Brennan," she said, feeling quite pleased with herself when she could say his name without letting her face betray her feelings. The tricky part remained though. Elsa knew she had nothing on the woman, nothing she could offer for a bribe and nothing the other woman wanted for a trade. The request was just that - her asking for a favour, for help, and it sat uncomfortably with her, making her face cold and her voice haughty. She would owe the other woman a favour, and it was the worst kind of debt, the uncertainty of it a bad investment. "I want you to teach me how to fight," she said, with more bravado than she felt. Chin high, she waited for a reply, a challenge, a denial, anything else than that quiet, questioning stare.