action; (and with less fail this time)
[ Getting an early morning warning that it's newbie day means Damon's going to ignore the communicator for a bit. He's not a fan of having to explain things about the prison to someone who's going to be all shocked, surprised and insert every other reaction here. ]
Morning, Miss Pierce. [ He casually greets the brunette as he walks past her on his way to the counter to make a quick order of coffee and croissant, faking politeness because he can. God knows why she's talking to a bot of all things, but it's clear Katherine probably hasn't made any friends. No surprise there.
Damon's got a book in hand and is planning on spending the next hour or two catching up on some light reading before heading over to the Vampire Blood Shack. As he waits in line, he thinks about letting the old lady know that she should quit trying to pretend to be Elena Gilbert because a) there's no point to it and b) re: a. But since he's not keen on ruining his morning, he's just going to shut his mouth and contemplate the choice of baked goods in the display case instead. ]