Her focus returns to Jyn because she wants anything the other young woman has to offer about her own background, the things she remembers. Elsa cants her head to the side and leans against the armrest of her chair, quiet for a long moment as she pictures this island of hers. "Wrea," she repeats softly, nodding to herself. "That sounds just delightful."

She makes a soft noise as she tries to find the right words to say.

"I remember snowcapped mountains, nothing like anything I've seen here. And yet, I distinctly recall school in Wayward Pines." Her fingers form a beat against her chin, thoughtful. "I remember caring about someone I've recently run into here."