It seemed reasonable that he would be surprised, Elsa couldn't deny it. She couldn't see any sort of recognition dawning on his face either, which was more troubling. She would have preferred to keep talking to him, to keep looking at him, the familiarity of his face so soothing. But there was too much happening around her suddenly. Realising that the battle was over, and that her hair and clothing was quite dishevelled, she quickly started to sort herself out, trying to bring a semblance of order to her person. It was impossible, she had been wandering too long to look neat, but it was grounding to try. Any answer she might have offer the tall man with the familiar features disappeared, when the dark man from before stepped up and started talking.
Everybody else behaved as if it was a good speech, a rousing and inspiring one, but Elsa didn't for the life of her understand what he was talking about. She could understand the words, but the meaning of what he was saying eluded her. And then he was gone again, door falling shut behind him, and the tall man seemed to be looking for an escape route, and then the little red-headed sword-woman was shouting for people. Watching her, simply because she had caught Elsa's interest with her furtive gazes, it soon became obvious that the conversation was about her. She could not hear what they were saying, but the glances explained it without words. When the man stepped closer to her, his wary eyes taking her in, his mission was obvious. He had been told to keep an eye out for her, for some reason she did not know, perhaps they didn't like wanderers, perhaps something else.
Either way it was clear that she was not going to be able to leave as she wanted. Sighing, Elsa looked around. Catching sigh of a cluster of barrels against the wall of a nearby house, she went over and clambered onto one, trying to arrange her skirts to cover her legs. If she wasn't allowed to leave, at least she could wait in some manner of comfort.