[Elena sighs (a little exasperated), looking away from him. He's frustrating and tiring to deal with on a good day and it seems as though he might perhaps be eager to move into a bad day territory. Or maybe Elena is ready to get there already. It's hard to tell sometimes.]

[She looks at him again.]

What do you want? I can't imagine you'd actually want to spend time with me much less any time outdoors where there isn't that disgusting drink you indulge in.