[ Her expression turns quizzical as she aims to read his tone, picking up on what seems like it could be a more important detail: that the house they're in has an extra room. Katherine gives another nod, finding that's sure a common reaction to all of this. Better to feel like she has someone on her side rather than being left helpless. ] I...don't think I wanna be alone right now. Or, for awhile.

[ She makes a sound, a light scoff, in otherwise silent frustration at the absurdities this place seems to be all about. Theft and bartering? What? There's a quick glance when his hand moves, brows lifting when he highlights the key detail. You get your unstolen stuff back from the sheriff. Creepy. Another nod.

A frown spreads on her lips when he replies frankly about not liking things, but she expected that answer. At that point, aid is really what she cares about, corners of her lips tugging up a hint. More out of uncertain nerves than in any true sense of a teeny smile. She gives his hand a squeeze. ] Thank you -- Damon.

[ She considers that question, holding onto his hand still. ] I'd like to find something else to wear first. [ A beat, because he obviously has an idea, and so had she... ] I was...going to try to find something, but I ended up here before I could find anything. I was trying to find a room for staff.