[The silence feels tense, but Elsa doesn't mind it, neither finds it weighting more on her other than due the hesitation between staying or leaving, considering the conversation done. She is reluctant, however, to be the first to leave as she has no suitable excuse at the moment, and one made up could be easily spotted by someone far more experienced in the sailing life, which could be read as a weakness. And if there's something she can't allow herself to appear as is weak at the moment.

So she stays put, simply distracting her attention with the horizon as if she had no intention, or need, to leave. When he talks again her eyes shine and brighten at the mention of tea, even if she's still wary of the man. No, it's not just the man whom she's wary about, but the whole crew, her general situation in fact. It only seems to be focusing on him now because she's talking to him, but she wouldn't be much open and friendly to anyone else. She nods, offering a calm smile at him.]

That sounds like a delicious idea, Mister Crocodile. I would be honoured and pleased to have a taste of your brew, it has been quite a while since I was able to indulge in such a pleasure.