Drake's optimism about other people's intent, unbroken even after their childhood, was always going to be something that Laura found endearing. Right now however, it was woefully misplaced. Laura heard and smelt the rifle powering up and she protectively shoved Drake back and away from the doorway. Looking forward into the empty space, she held still to let whoever was inside see her and that her claws were retracted. Then she added in a serious tone, "You pull that trigger, you better be ready to run fast."