[ it's not about easy, for elena. it's about survival - like it's always been. she nods, once, her expression pained, the troubled cast of her brow morphing into confusion and then curiosity a moment later.
she takes a look around too and down at her bag, which is now overflowing. the answer is inarguably yes. ] Uhm. [ she looks back to sam with some alarm. ] They're multiplying a lot, aren't they?