"I wouldn't have gotten into college," she says with that sort of half-shrug that says ignore this, not that it doesn't matter. "And then I died, and what, I can't get in with my grades and my name and who knows if I'm even going to make it to graduation? I'm on a spaceship in the middle of nowhere and then- everybody tries to kill me, and I'm just-" And she says what she shouldn't, what he's said to her, and it hurt that he said it, and that she took it to heart. "I'm collateral damage. I'm not Elena, I'm not- I'm eighteen, and I'm not going to get to college, and I don't know if I should like, get a job- I mean, what job can I get? What can I do?"

She shrugs then, and she's trying not to be morose, she's trying not to be like this, but she's scared and she knows it's true because it's always been true, it seems like. "So maybe in eighty years, I'll what, scam myself into school? But I can't just- I can't go. Oops, sorry! Your roommate's a vampire with a creepy intense vampire boyfriend and she eats blood and ps, if she ever takes off her jewelry she'll fry into a crisp. And what's in the minifridge? Oh, right, blood.."