Laura rarely made attempt to dress to fit in. Here there was little point. People knew what she was. Who she was. She didn't bother hiding. The clothes she wore were sleek, form fitting, and moved with her, rather than away. Leather and rayon were her constant companions. So much so that she was entirely aware of the weight of her thick boots, and was able to move with ease and silence. Not that she did so on purpose, it was the nature of what she was.
A former assassin.
Once she had the twins fed, washed up, and tucked into one of the rooms she'd made into a 'playroom' (one that she was sure that there was nothing to hurt them, or nothing for them to hurt), she began her ever constant rounds. Not that she really needed to, but she was not one that could just sit still.
Vigilance!
Laura always started with their compound. And was not at all surprised to find Vision in one of the more visually stunning rooms. She was not good at small talk, but she was getting better.
"It is quiet here, but I hope you have found comfort."