The laugh didn't help. She hated it when people laughed at her. She found it, disconcerting. Most of the time it was because of something they assumed was obvious and she just didn't understand. She knew several languages, martial arts, weapons. She knew security procedures, layouts, back up plans. She knew enough to convincingly play the part of a young girl, or an aristocrat. At least long enough to get a mission done. This whole 'slang' thing. She still didn't get. All this, 'normal' stuff that the girl seemed so invested in went right over her head.
"But there is a defined standard. It is the absolute average of things. Easily defined by test scores, answers or data retrieved. It is not better then most, or worse, it is the absolute central figure of average. Normal does not sound like something one wishes to achieve."
The last was an actual opinion. She rarely ventured them, but lately she had started thinking for herself, forming opinions, thoughts. They were dwelt on and once in awhile even ventured forth. However, they were typically ventured with the same aplomb as any other fact and went unnoticed. The sudden excitement put her guard up and she took a half step back as if to ready for an attack and her shoulders stiffened. "Yes, a school. There are also other organizations for mutants but if they have not come for you then you probably are not worth the training they provide."
Laura didn't mean that as an insult, if anything, if Sally knew what that training meant, then she'd find herself relieved. She had brought the school up and was unaware what the requirements were to be enlisted. "I do not know. I do not know what they require for students. I can bring you there, it is not far. You can not fight there either. No one can. So no one will fight you. And it is considered rude to stare or ask about someone's mutation. Even if it is only to place them in order of danger levels. I know. They told me."