He's silent for a moment too long, and Elsa supposes it should be unnerving, but it's really just familiar, that beat of uncertainty. At least, that's what it is with her. She's never been antisocial because she disliked people; it was only fear that kept her away, and she's still a little lost around strangers outside of a professional context.

This one seems nice, though. She smiles at the compliment, and glances briefly down at the arrangement she's working on. "It isn't mine," she says. "I only work here, but thank you. It's a wonderful place. Can I help you find anything?"