"Yes... I figured it would be foolhardy to stay in the lab with the weather like this. Fortunately Macy and Jamie are safe and accounted for." She reached out cautiously and touched Albert's shoulder. "Strange to be relaxing during a hurricane." Deep down, she hated that about herself. It took a damn natural disaster to tear her away from work, and even then the first words out of her mouth were about how the natural disaster must be part of the Project. No wonder Albert was tired of everything. Sometimes she wondered how she managed to stay so focused herself.
A small frown flickered across Laura's face. "Yes. If one of our subjects is the cause of this storm than something traumatic must be happening." Laura bit her lower lip for a moment. "I hope no one's been hurt." Maybe that was why this awful storm had started in the first place - trauma begets more trauma. Laura shook her head, trying not to think about it. Her emergency pager was on as usual, but she knew that there was nothing she could do for anyone until the storm passed.
Albert's dimestore novel comment brought her back to reality, though, and she threw him a bemused glance. "Maybe I have. But you'll never know, will you? And neither will the children." She didn't exactly laugh at Albert's comment, but at least the soft noise she made conveyed amusement and not derision. She turned her cheek into his touch and quirked an eyebrow. "Too risky. What if the remote slips between them and Jamie discovered it? No, no. I'd think that by now I know enough to destroy the evidence." Laura's tone sounded serious, but Albert knew her well enough to know that she'd never joke about destroying a book. She may have been in favor of the censorship rules on the island, but books were precious to Laura, even silly dimestore novels about pirate wenches and their handsome lovers with hair like golden corn.