"Damon, Elena, welcome," Enigma greeting after parting with her father and Jonathan to allow them privacy. She smelt of blood from the hit she had taken earlier, even if she didn't show the effects of having her head slammed against bricks, nor the several glasses of absinthe and champagne she had enjoyed...unless you looked close enough to notice her eyes were unfocused, the drug having a firm hold of her mind.
She gave them both a gracious smile, all traces of her tears from Bruce's visit vanished as she downed another milky green drink, holding her glass out to the ever present Marcus to trade for another Death int he Afternoon. She accepted the drink, marveling at the layer of golden champagne and poison green absinthe before slicing through the layers with her straw, the drink instantly turning a milky seafom as the bubbles mixed it together. "Did you enjoy the show?"