[Elsa was taking advantage of the night, to be out on the deck, while no one else was. Looking at the horizon, trying to discern anything in the darkness. It wasn't working, of course, but the fresh air of the night and the loneliness of the night felt good.
She definitively wasn't expecting someone to suddenly reach the ship, much less what seems to be a human figure with wings. She looks at the creature with a mix of curiosity and wariness. When she speaks, she tries to keep her tone out of any of those emotions, keeping it polite even if confused.]
I'm sorry, but if you're not here to interrupt, what are you here for?
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She definitively wasn't expecting someone to suddenly reach the ship, much less what seems to be a human figure with wings. She looks at the creature with a mix of curiosity and wariness. When she speaks, she tries to keep her tone out of any of those emotions, keeping it polite even if confused.]
I'm sorry, but if you're not here to interrupt, what are you here for?