"A hospital?" Yeah, sure, we're in the middle of nowhere, and who the heck knows what nowhere is, but hospital, that's gotta be a good place to be right about now right? Elsa looks at Jadewing for some kind of approval; this is a place we should be going, yes?

She's brave enough to duck out from behind Deckard, after all, she's the only one who's remotely not-robot-sized, and even brave enough to raise a calming hand towards his arm.

"Welcome us? That's very kind of you, but here are we?"

Because ay, last she remembered she was at home writing out wedding invitations, this isn't Arendelle or Cybertron, buddy.