There's a beach here. That's good to know. Elena files that away, wondering just where the hell they actually are.

"Us?" It's repeated gently and with an arch of her brow. She glances at him before looking at the houses, then glancing over her shoulder. The town isn't posing itself to be an intricate maze, which is good.

His invitation is kind, and she can't help but want to say yes—and she's going to. Human interaction seems hard to come by around this town, considering it's not bustling with activity like Mystic Falls or the town in Atlanta. "How many people are here?"