"Technically I'm her doppleganger," Elena muttered looking down. "It's a long complicated story and not one that's meant to be told now. But since we are in a locale that is not the safety of our home away from home, I figured I'd warn you."
"And yes, Demons. I mean the guy who gave us our turkey for Thanksgiving was the son of the devil for goodness sake. He's the one that recommended the Waldorf to me. He said lots of suites were still available. This way we could all be in one big room together--each have a space to sleep and be safe."