The morning found Elena in the library again, sitting cross-legged in one of the plush armchairs with a rather antique-looking book cradled in her lap. She was still having a hard time wrapping her head around the differences between this place's history, and the history of Earth. There were actually a lot of similarities, like the lifestyles, but other than that, it was a completely different world.

She looked up, startled, when she heard the door crash open, and saw a man fumble into the library. Was he... drunk? If she'd picked up anything from her time with Damon, it was that there was a classy and not classy time for drinking. And now was definitely not classy. It was times like these that she still wished to have the vampy super strength/speed.

"Mister," Elena began evenly, brushing her hair behind her ear where it had fallen out of the loose ponytail she'd gathered it in. "Are you alright? You look a bit..." Frazzled? Completely out of it? "...confused." she finished.