It wasn't often that Laura was put in the position of comforting someone else. Actually, it had never happened. She was having all kinds of firsts these days, some of them rather more exciting than others. This... was not one of the former. She didn't even have much experience of being comforted to draw on, so even recognising the symptoms of unsureness in someone else didn't give her much of a lead on figuring out how to deal with it.
Her father would probably say that this was a good opportunity to kill him, loot the corpse, then hide it until she could dump it through one of the doorways with no one the wiser. No one else knew he was here and she knew how to dispose of a body, might even be able to manipulate her magic to help cover her tracks despite the fact that it wasn't really something they'd ever bothered to train her in.
She was pretty sure killing him wasn't very heroic though, and that's what she was now. A Defender. She liked the idea of that, of not having to initiate the fights and only entering them because there was something worth protecting and she was trusted with the responsibility of doing it.
All things considered, even a level of matter-of-factness that bordered on brusque was much closer to the coddling end of the scale. "Neither do I," she shrugged. "It's not a hell dimension though so it's alright. Just weird, and my sister isn't here." She hoped the others weren't getting too annoyed by her. With all her energy, Speed Weasel could be very annoying sometimes - though it could just be that she wasn't used to having a younger sibling.