Laura sat on the edge of the roof with a bag of fries next to her. She had a little cup of ice cream on the ledge beside her with a spoon in it. It was slowly melting as she at the bits of popcorn chicken she'd purchased with her meal. She thought about getting a burger, but figured this would be faster, and lighter. That and she could offer the bits to Damian if he changed his mind.
"You are extremely well trained," she commented quietly before taking another piece of chicken. She let the silence drag on a bit to see if he'd answer before continuing, "Are you part of a bigger group?" She once had aspirations to become an X-man. She wasn't wearing her belt. She wasn't representing them. It wasn't even in her backpack. She couldn't represent them when she killed and she'd killed quite a few people tonight. She had also expected to go back in the morning, but she'd have to stay away a bit longer.
She didn't want to face the look in Wolverine's face when he smelled the blood all over her. There was a question about the recorder, but she'd give it a bit before getting into it.