The school was busier than Laura ever remembered it. The lower levels filling with sick mutants and sick not-so-mutants over the last few days. Since the sickest had started falling into comas, it was difficult to tell where this virus might lead.
Laura was trying to stay positive, to stay alert and helpful. Logan seemed proud of her striving to help, the teachers who weren't ill were trying to keep the children remaining from catching anything, keeping an air of normal around the place. Although from what Laura remembered, normal was a passing moment here.
Knocks at the door weren't surprising right then. After Rogue had brought her companion to the Institute, with Emma and her friend here, the scientists and the ill, it seemed like mutants were showing up asking for help, regardless of their teams.
Laura answered the door calmly, giving the blond at the steps a once over, inhaling her scent carefully and picking up traces of Rogue and Pyro on her. Presumably a friend.