[ elena stays where she is, wrapping her arms around herself to palm her biceps. she watches him, lifts her gaze over his he'd and expects little particles to appear to signify dust. ]

But that doesn't make sense… Half of the houses here are filled with dust and rotting from the inside. How is this bar so clean?

[ wait, that's not a good question to ask. elena knows why it could be clean—anyone smart enough would come here, clean it up, and drink, drink, drink.

she sighs, feeling disappointed. ] Unless the people here have cleaned it. [ she mumbles, ] There goes that.