Yes, breathe. She should do that. And sit, also. She carefully pulls out the chair at the table and sinks down in it. Elsa is fascinated by the woman in front of her.

"It's, um.. white chocolate mocha.. they have plain coffee." Her voice gets softer when she speaks next. "What are you?"

Because she's honestly not sure if who is the right word, though she hopes she doesn't offend the woman. Meanwhile, the cup of iced coffee in her hand is quickly becoming a frappucino without her even realizing it.