Elsa pursed her lips, before shrugging as he opened the door walking past him as she spoke quickly, "[color=fff200]I happen to like the attention. I've found during my vork that people vho look too hard make assumptions. I choose the assumptions by choosing my outfit. Plus I just love bold colours! The fashion is picking up, I promise you![/color]"

She laughed before following Alden down the stairs, her heels clacking against the wood. She walked past the rest of the officers waving at a few of them with a too sweet smile. As they headed outside, Elsa hustled to keep up with Alden's pace responding quietly to his question, "[color=fff200]I wouldn't necessarily say it vas my choice. It was either here or America and let's just say some of us cannot cover our accent as easily. I'm one of the good guy's but American's just see the communist, vith plan's for the Vest's destruction![/color]"

When they reached the Diner, Alden opened the door for her and she gave him a smile, "[color=fff200]Thank you![/color]" 

She sauntered over to a booth, eyeing the few occupants filling the main dining area, before choosing a booth near the back end of the diner. She pulled off her coat and sat down, crossing her legs, before she began smoothing down her turtleneck. She eyed the gentleman sitting at the main counter, trying to ignore the lewd comments near the back end of the room. "[i][color=fff200]Perhaps I did choose too short a dress.[/color][/i]. She smoothed out her expression before she gave Alden a smile, "[color=fff200]How about you? Vhy London? Most Kraut's I've met usually despise the Brit's, especially those who have maintained the 'vall?[/color]'"