Laura stayed perfectly still as Logan pulled himself out from under the truck. She didn't look away when he looked at her, but watched him with a carefully blank expression so as not to give anything away. Why did it matter to her? Well, that could be answered any number of ways. The trick was to figure out how much she wanted this man to know in this first meeting. Should she just lay it all out there for him or wait awhile? He already looked pissed off. What would her story make him?
"I wanted him dead just as much as you did. If not more." Her voice was deadpan, but her eyes had gone cold. She was seventeen when it all changed. When the X-Men and their whiny, terrified students had invaded her life and turned it all around. As much as she cringed at the thought of being in that cell with all those kids, she was grateful for what had happened. otherwise, she may not even be alive. It was hard to tell, really.
"Chained to the wall?" Laura's brow wrinkled slightly. "He was tied to the leg of the helicopter." She refrained from saying it was Logan who'd done it. She had been standing there watching from well enough away. But she knew what she saw. Why would he end up chained to a wall?
Her lips pursed and she finally looked away, gaze falling to her feet for a brief moment. With Stryker, anything is possible." Though she sincerely hoped the man was dead. If she found out he was somehow part of this group she was going to go fishing for, there was no telling what she would do.