[ Katherine nods, not looking away. ] Well the nurse I talked to didn't have anything useful to say, and she seemed...creepy. So -- yeah, pretty strange. They should've told you.

[ That question coming from Stefan, the brother she (Elena) isn't in love with makes her eyes slide to the side and hold there as he gives options for what she may have remembered. She's a beat away from telling one less lie than what she told Damon (why does she want to be truthful to Stefan? she doesn't know), pondering a comment to throw out to hint at her being a vampire. To see how he might reply.

Then he tacks the latter portion on. Plus, he didn't answer her question about Damon. ] No. Are those important right now? [ A serious question, cheeks rising in brief disdain that smooths away. ] My name. And after Damon said your names, I remembered that I knew you both too. [ Knew...how? She's not completely sure yet, other than what Damon told her, which didn't include a breadth of detail. ] Is there something else important I should be remembering? [ Without the sweet (not real, on her end) sensations created by affection and love from Damon, more of her true self is slipping out. Oops. Not that she's slipped over entirely, not yet. Her tone is still uncertain, not entirely demanding, but edging toward that point. Soft, for Katherine, still. ]