"The gym? Hurt people? L might be there." She nodded, resolute in her decision. "I'm going with you. I might not go inside seeing as I'm looking like this, and I don't want to give anyone a heart attack, but I'll go to the treeline nearby and keep watch. I am part of the night watch, after all. Besides, I couldn't smell what was going on in there, but I am certain that it wasn't pleasant." Her hand motioned to the vomit on the ground. "There was a lot of drugs and alcohol in that pharmacy...liquor store...thing. I don't think those things have good effects when they're inhaled. Somebody needs to make sure that you get back to where you belong. The last thing I'd need would be my savior passing out on the way back to the makeshift hospital. Just one moment. There is someone I have to attempt to find."
She placed her journal on the ground and knelt beside it. Seeing a woman with three limbs trying to write was like watching a dog with three legs trying to run. She flipped to a blank page, dripping formaldehyde on it, and dipped her index finger into the gaping hole that was once her right arm and shoulder. Smearing a messy note across the page, she rose to her feet once more, sticking the book rolled up into her back pocket. "Hopefully he'll respond and give me some direction. Hopefully he's able to respond." She forced a sigh, though the air whistled from the hole in her chest where a metal spike was sticking out through her sternum.
He was the most curious of anyone that she had met as of yet, and that was, perhaps, because he was seeing her the most dead. Laura assumed that, this time, there was no chance of denying it. Falling into step beside him, she tried to casually cross her arms behind her head, but she stopped when she remembered that she only had one. A dead woman with one arm walking along with it up in the air seemed a little ridiculous, didn't it? She chuckled darkly at her stupidity. This was definitely the worst mess that she'd ever gotten herself into. When he mentioned the kiss, though, her eyebrows raised. Was he serious? Had he not looked at her? She stared back at him, unblinking, before a lopsided smile crossed her face.
"Gambit, huh? Guess even people without any luck can get lucky now and then. If you really want that kiss, you're free to claim it whenever you want. There's no harm in a kiss, after all, when you've been what I was." Shaking her head, she glanced over at him. "Another time on that, though. That's hardly appropriate conversation for a day like this. I...am someone who is caught in a very difficult and confusing situation. I was alive, and I was a travel agent who was born, and raised, and lived in Eagle Point, Indiana. Then I died, I was waked, and I was buried. And then my late husband gave me a golden coin that was actually a fragment of the sun that he found in some sun god's treasury on accident, and I came back. Like this." She motioned at her body. "I'm not dead, I'm not alive. I'm something else. I don't really fit anywhere."