He held up his hands in defense, or possible surrender to her look. Elena could get rather possessive of the things she cared about. He had to admit, the cat was cute and a ball of fuzz. He propped his elbows on the table after sitting down and looked at her. He listened to her, a bit stunned she had actually been in this place twice. And only a month had passed. "Wow..." He let a slow breath out. No doubt Elena wanted to know when he was from. And he was NOT going to tell her it was from her point of death. Elena didn't need that stress. Ever. So it would be his secret to bear.
"I came back from Denver. You and Damon came to get me. Needed me to contact Rose to learn about who sired her. You uh, know about what happens to a vampire's family line when the Original who sired it is killed, right?" Elena needed to know in case any of the Originals showed up here. Though as far as he knew they didn't have any white oak about. And if Klaus was the one who came through...
"Um, is anyone else from home here?" he asked, looking at her.