[ she notices the jump - how can she not? - and the blood, but she doesn't comment and decides to let him deal with it. (suppressed abilities have been an issue today; she wonders how he's dealt with it and decides probably not well.)
elena looks at the cutting board covered in neat piles of chopped vegetables as he answers and water fills her glass. (she takes it he hasn't ate. she wonders how and why he has food if they would have offered him blood rations.) turns towards him and leans her hips against the counter, the glass lifted by her lips. ] I didn't pick it out. [ she take a sip. ]