[ She's hesitant to even shake it; not because of the delicate looking markings, instead, because of her paranoia. She still carried it despite her journey so far out of Arendelle. Elsa looks confused more than anything; her hand hovering before shaking Sam's hand briskly. It's short and blunt, but could still pass off as an unfamiliar custom. ]

Well, luckily for you, there's plenty of us here to go around, if not just to help each other with the little things. Like tea.

[ Which is an image she'd never thought she'd have; a giant robot nearly crushing a teacup. ]

No one's given you any trouble so far, have they?