[ This time, Stefan's gaze does find hers, narrowing slightly as the first inklings of suspicion raise to just below the surface of his mind. It's nothing solid enough yet for him to consciously grasp hold of and for the time being, he writes off her haughtier tone as simply being the product of an overwhelming frustration with their situation. ]

It's been over a month since Damon and I woke up in this very same hospital. That's four weeks that we've been living here. Why weren't we notified about your accident? Pretty... strange, right?

[ He lets the implication hang there. It's dangerously close to saying something that could get him into trouble if anybody's listening in and yet it stops just short of actually breaking the rules. ]

What all do you remember, exactly? Any little details sticking out to you? Favorite food, maybe? Or... What you liked to drink?