[ she's not wearing the glasses, and the video feed shows a beautiful view of her shoulder and the ceiling above her as elena inspects the things closely before speaking to them. she's about as trusting of this device working as she is this whole concept, but...that's hardly anything new or unsurprising. ]

Before anything else, I need to know if there's a way of checking on what we've left behind. [ she's trying to sound all Brave and Business mode, but it's not exactly easy. body mods and space zombies? this isn't the nicest concept to swallow, and she's not entirely convinced this isn't some shady mystic falls plot twist. who knows what freaky scenarios witches or vampires could be implanting in her mind, right? ] Even if we can't go back, I just- I need to know what's happening there.

[ there was going to be more - more questions, some request for explanations - but she seems to realise that it isn't worth it, or maybe that it just isn't that important to her right now. either way, beyond a small, almost imperceptible sigh, she doesn't ask anything further, and just signs off with a slightly dejected:

That's all.

[ why is she out here again? god only knows, honestly. when the list of names that had been 'volunteered' for the supposedly 'opt in' mission, elena had been more than confused to see hers halfway down the list - after all, there were plenty of people here that were stronger, more suited for combat, more suited in just about every way really. still, despite the insistence of 'voluntary' elena hasn't witnessed anyone say no to a slot yet, which is why she's suited up out there.

she's jumpy enough about being out there that when she hears a sound behind her she spins sharply, sanctum issued weapon raised and eyes wide as she nearly strikes-- until she recognises the person stood behind her and lets out a sigh of relief. ]

Don't do that! [ she forces out a laugh, still a little nervous. ] What if I'd taken your head off?

[lol yeah ok elena as if ]