[ She turns a questioning gaze on him. She can't control what she knows and doesn't know, jeez. Either way, the booze is nice, so she focuses on it, and that Damon hasn't left. Does she always care this much about Damon, his whereabouts? ]

Do you? Must be nice to have connections. [ She has some, drastically lessened in scale only to herself, with the brothers, no? Katherine's lips start to press together and stop at the notion of her being an alcoholic. Is she? She takes another long drink -- if she is, so be it. ] This stuff's good. [ The glass lowers as Damon reaches out, her lips parting in surprise. Written over her features is a girl taken aback, chest growing tight as she begins to slide her fingers against his.

Then, it happens, and she gasps out, looking over at him blankly until it flourishes into horror, then confusion as she starts a slow circle in the foyer she does not recognize. Still looking away from him, she starts ] What's going on? [ Then, looking over. ] You're...doing this? Aren't you? [ There's gotta be more to vampires than what she knows. ] Where -- are we?