"Yeah, remember that whole speech on trust? I'm trying, here. Cut me a little slack." X-23 was nothing if she wasn't mercurial. One minute she could be having a perfectly civil conversation and the next she'd be beyond irritated. Somewhere in the back of her mind she could still picture Stryker's scrunched up face as he laughed at her while she raged in her cell. "Nasty little temper, darlin'. You'll need to get that under control someday."
She set the bag she carried down with the others, then stood there, looking around the room. "This is not what I would call an upgrade." Still, she took off her black leather jacket and tossed it aside before flopping down on the bed. "Call me whatever you want," she finally conceded. "At this point, I don't really care." Her number was her identity. Laura was the girl who had a mother who cared about her. She was the girl who was wanted and loved, and not an experiment or a clone of someone else. Laura was everything X-23 was not.
The question made her raise herself up on her elbows and look at Nathaniel with question. "I've read the book enough to know the play pretty much by heart. Why?"