[Elizabeth, true to her word, is setting the electric kettle down on its base and flipping the little switch. When she hears Elsa come in, she turns around and smiles in welcome.]

Not at all. My first meeting since being given the job? I'm chomping at the bit. [She chuckles and gestures to one of the chairs in front of her desk.] Did you want me to lock the door? I know the subject is... delicate.