action.
[ hopefully, he'll trust her with his bathroom. sorry, damon, but an apocalypse + prison life means elena is dying for a shower. it's been a rough twenty-four hours, cut her some slack. as tempted as she is to stay underneath the shower head with water pelting at her back, she's quick to bathe and change into fresh clothes. boxers that hit her knees plus a simple gray shirt.
when she reappears in the hallway again, her hair is wet and she looks ten times cleaner than she did before. she stands there awkwardly, but only for a moment. ]
Need some help? [ okay, so she can't cook to save her life, but she can chop ... things ... ??? ]