[Laura's making her mansion rounds today. She's just been in the shower; she's dressed in jeans, boots, a black sweater, and a very old, very large, and very warm jacket of Logan's. Her head is down, her damp hair covering the sides of her face. She doesn't want to talk or be acknowledged, and such a stance seems to ward most people off. Being quiet as a mouse helps too.
She's aware of Emma, of course. But Emma's presence doesn't stop her from heading straight to the refrigerator and loading her small backpack with water and necessary supplies for the next day. She just wants to get back to the old treehouse in the woods she's been sleeping in.]
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She's aware of Emma, of course. But Emma's presence doesn't stop her from heading straight to the refrigerator and loading her small backpack with water and necessary supplies for the next day. She just wants to get back to the old treehouse in the woods she's been sleeping in.]