Lawrence could change people. But Elena well knew that life in general changed people. It was what she was presently trying to come to terms with. The last ghost of those she had ruined that had pushed her to that edge. Her parents but more to that point, herself. The girl she was, the one who had died on the bridge. The one who had died in the sacrifice. The one who had died when Stefan tried to drive her off the Wickery Bridge. The being unable to recognize herself when she looked in the mirror.
But Buffy was right in her observations from the boards, that they had their own community. That they helped one another. That just because they were from different worlds, had different strengths, weaknesses, different ways to respond. Culture clashes happened, but usually a common ground was found. It was why they hadn't all just up and died yet. Why people who had been here for years survived, why they knew how to help. She had been in Lawrence for over two years now, even with her month/six month absence as she was sent back to Mystic Falls. And while the people could change, and did, the mentality and overall feel remained the same.
Most would be annoyed by the attempt at banter. The twisting of words to fit how the other person wanted to take the comment in order to deflect. But Elena was used to Damon. And well, Elena was used to herself. Finding ways to avoid talking because she didn't want to worry people. Wanted to focus on others instead because dealing made things real. Dealing meant taking the time and accepting and while in Mystic Falls she never had the time, Elena was in the habit here.
"No, I'm good with my insight quota actually. Just giving you something to think about."
Shrugging, Elena just crossed her arms, quirking a brow. She wasn't easily scared off, easily discouraged.