[ The hand on her shoulder startles her, but after a moment or so of adjusting to it, there's something somewhat grounding to it. Maybe it's the warmth she can feel radiating from it, or maybe it's just that there's someone trying to help her, but it's reassuring.

Taking another long breath, trying to regulate her breathing back to something more normal and less erratic, Elsa nods. Not many casualties on their side... That's good to hear, even if he isn't certain about the numbers. That helps. ]

No-- No, I don't think so.

[ She hasn't noticed any glass, at least. ]

I think... somewhere clean might be best. I don't think that I can handle... [ ...Cleaning up corpses. Not right now. Not while she's already in a state of little to no control. ] But I don't want to freeze more of the ship. There are enough problems already, I don't want to add more than I already have.