Damon had turned his head as he caught sight of the redhead moving past him to the pantry, but he still didn't speak. She looked salty as fuck at the moment and he wasn't in the mood to lay on the charm. He was hungry and preoccupied with the thought of what he'd have access to tomorrow. He scraped at the sides of the pan gently with his spatula to keep the omelet from sticking.
Now another woman came into the kitchen and stopped nearby. Well well, another newbie. Pretty too. Damon liked blondes. There was the faintest amused expression on his face as he listened to her, and he took a few seconds to turn the finished omelet out onto a plate, turn off the stove and pick up his glass of bourbon to sip from.
"Might as well try to explain why the sky's blue," he said matter-of-factly, leaning against the counter to face her. "I'm sure there's some science geek here who could handle that for ya. Anyway, this is only my second day, so I don't know a lot more than you. You got kidnapped from somewhere, and here you are, basically." Damon lifted the glass to his lips again.