[ It's a small town. All around him are familiar faces, some worn out, some reveling, all wrong. But, he plays the part of the local mechanic's brother with the best of them. He gets the impression that Wayward Pines' Damon is more akin to the younger, more human him. He still gets a few looks, so he hopes his acerbic wit and linguistic talents aren't lost on these people.

Damon is nothing if not a man who keeps his eye on things. So, he clocks Jiaying, sees a stern outer shell of coldness. He can easily chalk it up to her being unhappy with this situation. It's safe to say that anyone who wakes up in that incompetent hospital doesn't belong here. But, he can't help but worry if there's something else afoot. With everything this town does with memories both fabricated and suppressed, he can't help but worry if compulsion might be effected.

One way to find out.

He does wait for later in the night, and catches her with his own arm full of beads. ] I know it's wrong to say to your therapist, but I wanted to be the person that bestowed beads on you. Nice colors, Jia. Enjoying the meager festivities?

[ Seriously, Mystic Falls puts all this to shame. ]