Laura sprawled across the trunk of her car at the midway point, a trucker's stop on the way to town. It was a quiet area and open enough all around to catch trouble coming up, so she let herself sink into a mediative sunning while she waited for Drake.
While she was puzzled about why he was giving up the action and challenge of SHIELD to deal with hormonal powered teenagers, she couldn't help but be pleased that he would be closer and where she could watch over. It also seemed stupid of SHIELD to agree to this and lose him. She had suggested that if they denied his request, she'd happily kick down the doors of Tris and start knocking teeth in until they let him go. Drake had looked both pained and amused as he turned down her offer to help, much to her amusement.
Ah, the roar of his bike was coming from the south. She smiled and sat up on the trunk, waiting for him to arrive.