"Yes," Laura says, simply, because it's a simple question from where she sits. She orders black coffee and a glass of milk without looking at the menu before turning her attention to the second question Jonah asks. She wonders how long he's been the way he is, with never breaking a skull before, but then she recalls that most people don't count that as a milestone in their lives.
He asks questions she can answer, which makes this one of the easiest conversations Laura has had with anyone besides Remy in...longer than she can really imagine, except for the transactional nature of missions. Orders are never too complicated for her to comprehend. It's coming up with her own information that's hard. But this she can do.
She reaches out and picks up his uninjured hand by the wrist to bring it to her face, breathing warmly into the cupping of his hand as his surprise registers to her--somewhere else. Heat and moisture help smell move, and the curling of his fingers doesn't bother her. She inhales deeply with half-lidded eyes before she sets his hand back down.
"Similar to honey, but not identical. Dead bodies. Soap. Your brother. Blood, yours. Tears. Surprise. Interest. Coffee. Stress. Exhaustion." She looks up at him, only now hesitant. "You are...very sad."