Looking at human food wasn't going to make Damon any less hungry for food of his own, so he walked over and sat next to Elena. She had a ridiculously large amount of common sense for a slave, and it still surprised him.
"Yes, it shouldn't be snowing in August," he agreed. "Even in this part of the country, which means that someone has likely royally fucked up."
And he would find whoever it was, and personally make them change his tires and pay for his car repairs. Damon sat down beside Elena, naked as the day he was born, and only let his arm press against the blanket, once the heat had seeped back into him.