[ Of course she'll keep trying to remember more, even with whatever mental block there is.
Clear on her face is the fact that she hasn't connected any other dots of the past, who Stefan has been to her, or anyone else. He's Damon's brother, and she, as Elena (because she must have been posing as Elena, for some reason, right?), would naturally know and care about the brother of the person who loves her. Right? Whatever definition one can assign to caring in this case.
She gives a slow at his clarification, turning the idea of being in love, enough to marry him, over in her mind. It wouldn't be a difficult thought, an innocent daydream, if not how the rest of the circumstances lay. There's a connection she has with him that's undeniable, and even without knowing all of her history, his, hers, Elena's, there's a quiet fondness in her expression with any moments of affection.
When she goes into trying to recall and fails, her lips press together, shoulders shifting in toward herself, sighing out through the start of his answer. It's confusing, no matter how clearly she hears what he says. There's a flash of wondering in her eyes when he brings up having promised to keep her in the loop -- it implies she hasn't always been.
Her shoulders fall back, lips barely open and looking like they could pout at any second, hard look on her face when he says the brothers don't know how they got there. That the same situation transpired for them. Great. She's not entirely concerned with talking to anyone who doesn't know who she is -- a true sort of bittersweet irony, all considering she thinks she should be acting like Elena, however she's meant to do that, and not letting anyone really know who she is. Either way, she takes in those details. This happened to other people. Not just the three of them.
She nods at getting clothing, a hand rising to cross over her chest and brush mindlessly against her upper arm as she gazes over and past Damon for a moment. A key. Then, a slew of words where his message comes across, but she doesn't grasp the reference he uses. ] A key. To a house? [ She didn't hear much in the way of detail about what you can actually get at the sheriff's station... ] And, I wanna get out of this. [ With a small sound of annoyance, her hand moves over to tug at the top of the hospital gown. ] Did you -- have things here [ she gives a firm look around them, meaning the hospital ] after you woke up? [ A cautious gaze is cast over to the outside, knowing she can't cross over into the sun. ] There wasn't anything in the room I woke up in.
[ She's not going back to that room. Feet shifting to put her body closer to his, her voice goes to a whisper, looking up into his eyes. ] I don't like this. It doesn't feel safe. You don't sound like you like what you're saying to me, either. [ It's better than trying to press for more details, if the public discussion of those are frowned upon. But, she's listened to all he's said, has taken it in, and she sees the seriousness of it all. ] I'm... [ well, she doesn't actually want to say that it's creepy enough to scare her a little, but...she is edging toward scared, looking down at the floor for a moment. Especially feeling like she should be able to trust him, that he's giving her reasons that she can, but he also sounds uncertain about certain things. Plus, there's the whole sun thing...she's not sure if he knows about that or if anyone else does either. ] You're gonna help me. [ Obviously, and it's said with just a hint of question; she's not exactly completely with it just yet. ]
no subject
Clear on her face is the fact that she hasn't connected any other dots of the past, who Stefan has been to her, or anyone else. He's Damon's brother, and she, as Elena (because she must have been posing as Elena, for some reason, right?), would naturally know and care about the brother of the person who loves her. Right? Whatever definition one can assign to caring in this case.
She gives a slow at his clarification, turning the idea of being in love, enough to marry him, over in her mind. It wouldn't be a difficult thought, an innocent daydream, if not how the rest of the circumstances lay. There's a connection she has with him that's undeniable, and even without knowing all of her history, his, hers, Elena's, there's a quiet fondness in her expression with any moments of affection.
When she goes into trying to recall and fails, her lips press together, shoulders shifting in toward herself, sighing out through the start of his answer. It's confusing, no matter how clearly she hears what he says. There's a flash of wondering in her eyes when he brings up having promised to keep her in the loop -- it implies she hasn't always been.
Her shoulders fall back, lips barely open and looking like they could pout at any second, hard look on her face when he says the brothers don't know how they got there. That the same situation transpired for them. Great. She's not entirely concerned with talking to anyone who doesn't know who she is -- a true sort of bittersweet irony, all considering she thinks she should be acting like Elena, however she's meant to do that, and not letting anyone really know who she is. Either way, she takes in those details. This happened to other people. Not just the three of them.
She nods at getting clothing, a hand rising to cross over her chest and brush mindlessly against her upper arm as she gazes over and past Damon for a moment. A key. Then, a slew of words where his message comes across, but she doesn't grasp the reference he uses. ] A key. To a house? [ She didn't hear much in the way of detail about what you can actually get at the sheriff's station... ] And, I wanna get out of this. [ With a small sound of annoyance, her hand moves over to tug at the top of the hospital gown. ] Did you -- have things here [ she gives a firm look around them, meaning the hospital ] after you woke up? [ A cautious gaze is cast over to the outside, knowing she can't cross over into the sun. ] There wasn't anything in the room I woke up in.
[ She's not going back to that room. Feet shifting to put her body closer to his, her voice goes to a whisper, looking up into his eyes. ] I don't like this. It doesn't feel safe. You don't sound like you like what you're saying to me, either. [ It's better than trying to press for more details, if the public discussion of those are frowned upon. But, she's listened to all he's said, has taken it in, and she sees the seriousness of it all. ] I'm... [ well, she doesn't actually want to say that it's creepy enough to scare her a little, but...she is edging toward scared, looking down at the floor for a moment. Especially feeling like she should be able to trust him, that he's giving her reasons that she can, but he also sounds uncertain about certain things. Plus, there's the whole sun thing...she's not sure if he knows about that or if anyone else does either. ] You're gonna help me. [ Obviously, and it's said with just a hint of question; she's not exactly completely with it just yet. ]