[ elena was standing a ways away -- just enough not to hear much of anything. mostly she was just thinking in what world, in what universe, in what future had she ever imagined anything quite like seriously considering this? not just the sex -- it's not as cut and dry as what act they are applying for; of course it's not and she knows this.
it just might be easier to think it is, for now. but she just can't.
for the first time in awhile this all seems surreal, and it's not the dome. or maybe what's surreal is how there's so much less weight on her shoulders, and it's partially because she can't pretend; because she wants this.
so, yep. when she turns around, she's trying to seem unaffected and composed as ever, but there's a certain dulled light in ehr eyes she cannot quell completely. she exhales heavily. ] You passed? [ she walks over some, turns her attention to the kiosk. ] Thank you. Again.