Laura was well-acquainted with coldness, of course. It seemed that everywhere she went there was someone who didn't want her there, and she certainly wasn't adept enough at the social games everyone played to change that to her advantage. So at first she was prepared to simply leave again, to return to her spot of observance and contemplation. She had a room, in an apartment shared with Wade, but it had long been a habit of hers to wander at night and sometimes even to sleep outside in the woods, if there were any nearby.
The blonde suddenly softened though, and Laura imperceptibly relaxed slightly. Looking at her now, she decided that the girl was really more of a woman, a few years older than herself, though she was used to that. It was others her own age she often had the most trouble with. "I think about the past a lot too," she offered, validation of the blonde's excuse for inattention. "My name is Laura."