[Apparently she's caught him in the midst of deep thinking, or something like that. Elena shoots him a brief finger-gun in response to his surrender and lets out a snort-huff of laughter.]

Somehow I doubt you stick around to plead anything if you can help it.

[Although sometimes that doesn't end up mattering.]

But I'm not here about any high crimes or misdemeanors. I actually found something I'm pretty sure belongs to you.

[Pulling the journal out of her bag, she holds it out to him.]