Katherine watched Elena as she sidled up to the bar and ordered a beer. She was tense. It was...natural, she supposed. She and the other Elena that had been here had actually had building blocks of a relationship that had been carefully placed through months of random talks here and there. And it wasn't as if they were ever best friends, or necessarily even good friends. They were just friends. On the skirts of a descent friendship, and Elena had been one person, much like Lexi, that had helped her when she didn't have to. All would be explained soon enough, anyway. And maybe Elena would relax a bit about how Katherine treated her these days for it.
Katherine took a sip of her own drink before she focused her full attention on Elena. "Honestly, at first, things were no different," she said, diving straight into the story without throwing any platitudes in front of it. Straight and to the point, it would be better received, she was fairly certain. "I hated you, you vilified me, and with you and your brother and some of the others from home that were already here, I was shoved into a box so tight, I hardly had a single person giving me to the time of day." IT was true, and it had been hard, but eventually, she adjusted. Sort of. "So I did what I always do and stuck to the person most likely to keep me alive. He just happened to be a psychopath. You know the Sherlock stories, right? Moriarty?"