[ Malia shrugs, long and high, lips pursing to one side. She can hear the skepticism, and she doesn't disagree that it's valid. ] Sounded weird to me too.

[ The created world pulls Malia's attention away here or there, and she does spot the girl in question. Does the girl look familiar? She can't decide, but if it's someone in town? Maybe Damon's creating figments of them. Could be. ] Which makes it even more complicated. [ She's finished off a slice, not going in for more. It tasted fine; she merely knows they won't be in there forever. More talking, less eating, sounds like a good plan. ] Being here. Have you learned anything else about how that even happens? [ Will he tell her? She hopes he would, feels like there's a growing trust with him showing her what he has. ] Who we can blame? 'Cause the sheriff seems useless and too stupid to be so evil. Or to have any actual motive. [ Kinda harsh, Malia. ]