[ she's not sure if 'a lot' covers it. she was already considering this was all one horrible, incredible nightmare and now the idea that she knows - or used to know - someone she's never seen in her life... her lashes flutter.
elena presses a hand to her forehead, swallows thickly, and gestures in the general direction in which she came. ]
Well maybe you can explain to me what's going on. [ please explain this to her, sam. she's looking up at you like maybe you can (plus a healthy dose of wariness) if you claim to know her. ] Because I just woke up in an underwater prison.