Emma idly traced one finger around the rim of her plate as Laurel answered. "Weird. Maybe you're a mutant like me. If we ever get to a genetics lab, I can... totally stare at a test result and pretend I can read it. For now, I guess we should eat, and then figure out what to do?"
She looked up at Laurel with a sort-of-smirk. The truth was, she wasn't good at these kind of tactical plans. Sebastian was. Selene definitely was. Her? Enh. Navigate through a fundraiser for the MoMA? Steer them through a maze on the astral plane? Absolutely. Figure out how to handle this kind of oddity? Not so much.