action;
[ He jumps a little at the sudden interruption and hisses when the knife cuts his thumb. He drops the cutting tool with a slight roll of his eyes and turns to face Elena, looking none too amused and hoping she didn't see that. It's been way too long since someone managed to catch him by surprise like that. He so hadn't been expecting her. ]
Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. A midnight snack. [ Someone's stomach might be rumbling a little. This being almost human thing sucks.
Damon had tried to get his blood rations, but there had just been too many people milling about and he had decided that it was too risky. And then there was that other problem. The sun. ]
Nice outfit. [ Unlike Elena, he hasn't changed out of his jumpsuit. The thought of using the communal showers and changing into scrubs... Nngh. ]