Being as she's both very new to this world and came from one where elves didn't exist, Susan has no preconceptions of what an elf's role would and wouldn't be. However, given Narnia's army she knew that the greatest threats could be found in seemingly weaker targets. No one expected a mouse to cut a man's hamstrings and render him incapable of standing.

And she was very prompt at the meeting site. She knew a great part of winning was simply showing up on time for what it was she had to do. Susan gave her compatriot an arch smile and reached for one of the buckets. "Please, allow me. I'll be more than happy to do my part. We must be swift if we're to succeed, no?"