[ At first he waits, watches from beyond her peripheral vision, takes note of a few people that stop and speak with her. Faces to remember for later, but even then it's her face that he inevitably focuses on. He doesn't ever truly fixate on what came before, not like the Salvatores or even his own brother. When Klaus looks at this girl with her long dark hair and dark brown eyes, he doesn't even see the ghost. He never fell for that trap. It had given him confidence once, to look at the copy of a copy and feel nothing, but his mercy had never been part of Esther's plan. In the end she had known her children better than that and he couldn't look past himself to see otherwise, not until Elijah proposed sparing the Bulgarian girl's life. A fissure in a five hundred year old bond, all caused by a stolen face plastered onto a sacrifice. And here the next one stands, walking in the footsteps of the one before her, and the one before her - all of that irrelevant beyond any minor amusement he gets out of watching history repeat.
What is relevant is that his most valuable possession had been rendered completely useless up until a few days ago. He had to see this for himself.
Klaus approaches her booth from the side and only gives the most simple of greetings to catch her attention. ]
Elena.
[ He doesn't really need to say anything else, does he? ]