That sounds beyond weird. Elena frowns as she digests it, brows furrowing tightly together. His coat is nice and warm and means that she can at least stop thinking about the cold that lingers on her skin.

"I'm trying hard to not be jealous that you woke up on a beach," she says with a small smile. Sometimes it's best to joke than to let the weight of reality set in and crush her.

She's grateful that he's one of the few to be here, although, Elena wishes that he wasn't. Being in strange places often means that there was a kidnapping at hand... and she's so over being kidnapped.

"Did you wake up alone?"