Laura nodded, and cast her gaze down into her lap. "You wanted to know why I cared, did you not?" The rabid emotions the conversation ahead was bound to bring up, it was difficult not to fall into bad habits. Especially when it seemed no one seemed to care.
She held her arm straight, as she urged one of the lengthy claws from between her knuckles. The adamantium gleamed, though there was little light to shine on it. She watched as a fine bead of crimson eased over the shiny surface, as her skin closed around the blade. "I did not start out as you did. I was created, DNA strand by DNA strand, in a petri dish."