[ her neck wound would definitely be a big part of it.

continuing to push her food around on her plate, elena thinks over her answer—quickly, but still noticeable that she's had to mull it over. ]

Partly. [ so, not exactly a lie. she looks up at her and brushes her fallen hair behind her ear. she sighs deeply. ] This whole town is just… It's hard to figure out. Who locked us in here? Why are we in here? It's not like we all slept walked to the same place.