Elena sighs softly. "You thought I was Morgan. But... if you don't want to talk about it, I get it."

Ren stands by Landon and looks between Elena and Quentin and Angelica and Mike. "I almost feel like I should look away." She grins. "Care to place a wager?"

Angelica shakes her head. "No! No, you look great-fine. You look fine." She winces at her awkwardness and goes to inspect some weapons displayed in glass cases.