[ Spotting Tailgate, Elsa is about to return the wave, if a bit warily because it's hard to be so cheerful in such circumstances, but she's brought to an abrupt stop when she finds herself watching him...crush a Caducan with one hand. Like it's nothing. Like it doesn't even bother him.

She needs a moment to recover from that because a) she has never seen gore like that before, much less in that quantity and b) she's wondering if this really is somehow the same, sweet little (giant) robot she's spoken with a handful of times. Because that was not sweet or adorable at all.

Only managing to shake herself out of gaping at the carnage at the sounds of more Caducans approaching, Elsa draws in a sharp breath and turns her attention back to them. Swinging an arm out toward them, she freezes their feet in place, still trying to get the image of Tailgate crushing that enemy out of her mind. ]

Uhm-- Yes, yes, I-- They are ice powers.

[ The confirmation comes with an almost tentative nod, and the briefest of glances back in Tailgate's direction. The smile she offers him is wary, wishing she could find his last comment as cute as she might have just two minutes ago. ]

You... aren't bothered by the combat at all? Is this something you're used to?