She looked up at him, waiting for him to speak. Why did he look at her like that? Then he cleared his throat and started talking. She gave a small, uneasy smile when he introduced himself.

"You already know my name." She held her hand out to him anyway. "Elsa."

She thought of her options: Run, hide for an indeterminate amount of time and let Derek take the fall; turn herself in and face the consequences herself. It could be like what he said: just more of the terrible food. She didn't want anyone else to get hurt for whatever she was accused of. She had been in that place before and didn't want to go back again.