[ She can't look away from the scene, wanting to catch every second of it. Each moment, any minute mannerism. Words tossed out, shared between people so obviously of a different time, even in speech. Still, she listens to Damon too, spine straightening when he moves in incredibly close. Really, too, if he and Stefan have told the truth, she'll regain memories of this, everything else.

Absorbing what he says, not moving, it's when he adds in that last part that her head turns enough to cast a look his way. Still, not shifting away, no matter how close they are. ] I'm an orphan? So. You know -- what? All about my past, except all of the details on what my deal was when we first met? [ It's not that she's defensive or cynical, but how else was she meant to take that? Mostly, she wants to know more. Obviously. ]