"Someone like me." Just the thought of Wolverine made her see red, and her words were laced with hatred. Controlling her emotions had become substantially more difficult once she was on her own, and before she knew it they got the better of her.
Laura didn't even hear him offer her a cigarette. She had gone somewhere else in her mind and forgotten that he was there.
Crying out angrily, she sunk her claws into the nearest window. The glass that nicked her skin as it shattered was a welcomed feeling, and when the alarm sounded she covered her ears tightly with a pained expression.