In a normal world, Laura might not have missed herself being followed. She stayed far enough away from anywhere that most people went that picking the scent of a person out of the air was not at all difficult. In fact she was trained to do it by reflex of her mere existence now. She was a child hunted, an object that people felt entitled to have back for one reason or another. It was something Logan had seemed to understand at least and, when the men had come for her? Well, they really hadn't had any real chance to regret that decision. The two of them had made sure of that.
Here, on Knowhere? There were too many scents in the air, too many sounds. Everything got muddled together and, if she wanted to have any hope of sorting it all, she had to take a minute to focus and hunt for whatever specific source she might have intended to find. She could hear boots, steps, moving behind her, but it was nothing to alarm her. She wasn't used to so many people but, so long as no one tried to touch her, Laura largely tried to ignore it. If she didn't, if she acknowledged the sense of urgency tugging at the back of her mind, she knew well enough that she might have done something that would have made Logan mad at her again...and there was little Laura wouldn't do to avoid that at this juncture. So she'd just upped her pace, she'd moved faster. She'd tried to lose the sense of nagging danger, tried to convince herself there was no need to turn around and lunge at it. If anything, she tried to make herself smaller and move faster. She was good at losing a trail, at least in most cases.
And she was more than a little startled as the voice snapped her gaze up from the fruit.
Instantly she ducked her posture, protecting what she saw as hers before the words had even registered to her ears. Quickly, she shelled what remained of the fruit with her fingers and, without taking her eyes of the strange looking man standing in front of her, she popped another piece of it into her mouth. It wasn't defiant or petulant, like some behaviors of hers might have been. She wasn't doing it to ignore the actions of this stranger. Instead she was simply just...acting her version of normal. Yes, she knew stealing was bad and yes she knew she'd stolen it, but Laura wasn't about to admit to that and neither did she feel bad about it. She knew she probably should have, that, if Logan found out he would undoubtedly give her a talking to about what she'd done, but that didn't seem to be happening just yet.
What did seem to be happening was there was a stranger, one whose face Laura was staring at quite intently, trying to sort out the details of it despite the difficulties that often came with that.
Sniff. A heavy pull of air was dragged through her nose, this one turning up slightly so she could better catch the scent and hold it. It was followed up after by a second or third. He didn't smell afraid, which was unfortunate. She'd learned that, when confronted by some people (unbeknownst to her it was the ones that knew her) she could at least sometimes turn the tables on them with a well placed curl of her upper lip and a growl to follow.
Here and now? Laura had no idea. She had no sense of bearings so she just...stared. Straight forward. She just acted like there was absolutely nothing that needed addressing and waited to see what would come next.