Elsa & Imperius
Though her cheeks flushed slightly, Elsa spared only a glance down at her nametag. She supposed she could have been more thorough in crossing it out. It wasn't that she wasn't proud of her title. She just hadn't exactly gotten time to use it.
She did not, however, accept the offered arm. She couldn't touch anyone, not when she was like this. Her powers were erratic at best, and this was not best. This was more towards worst. Still, she did start walking. "What's a Sith Lord?"
Maybe talking about someone else would help keep her calm. Help keep that magic at bay.