Laurel frowned as Emma told her that going home meant death. She wanted to probe further, to figure out what the situation was, but the blonde redirected the conversation. When they did find a way home, she would ask more questions and they could figure out if this was something they could help with or if it was better to just send Emma elsewhere.
"Well that makes one of us," Laurel joked. She'd broken most of the horror movie rules that one had to observe to survive. Then again, she'd taken great steps to make sure that she was a survivor.
"I'm from Starling City," she glanced at Emma to see if there was a glimmer of recognition. It would seem that Starling City wasn't a constant among the realities, which was strange. "It's not exactly safe back home, but it's home and it's worth fighting for." She shrugged, knowing that not everyone was capable of fighting battles that needed to be fought for Starling or other places like it.
She nodded to one of the restaurants nearby.
"Are you hungry? I almost always wake up hungry when they punt us to a new place."