Her eyes flick to the hand on her shoulder, uncomfortable and slightly annoyed by the continued contact and what she assumed to be an attempt at comfort, but she simply nods in agreement. Buffy's not exactly shaping up to be her favorite person, but the woman knows who she's dealing with and how to deal. That deserves at least a shred of respect.

Katherine opens the door and walks through, gait as loose as ever, as if nothing has changed. And it hasn't. Yet.

"Elena!"