Though it was completely inappropriate for the situation, Laura laughed as well as a dead woman could. It was more of a dark chuckle in her throat, but she actually lifted her hand to cover her mouth. Looking at him, she shook her head. She was falling apart, he was carrying crutches, and here they were walking along like the world hadn't just ended for everyone inside of the glass box. "I'm dead, and even I know that joke was foul. It was so inappropriate. I loved it." She put her hand back in her pocket, rolling her good shoulder. "I remember making jokes about dendronecrophiliacs, or people who liked to have sex with dead trees, all the damn time. My friend Audrey never appreciated them, but Robbie and Shadow always thought they were funny."
That memory seemed hundreds of years ago at this point. It was one that she'd thought was gone, buried forever. Different people seemed to stir different memories in her. L always made her think about how she'd been with Shadow, but Gambit seemed to make her think about the days when she was even younger than that, wild and vibrant and careless. Before Shadow had gone to prison for a robbery she put him up to.
That was it: Laura had a thing for thieves.
While Gambit had cheated many times, Laura had only stepped out on her marriage once, but she had paid dearly for her sin. She'd paid with her life. If only she hadn't had too much to drink. If only she'd not leaned over and put her head in Robbie's lap while he was driving. If only her shoulder hadn't hit the gear shaft. If only that eighteen wheeler hadn't gone completely through the car. If every force in the universe hadn't conspired against her at exactly that moment, maybe she'd be alive still. She'd be alive, she'd have a husband, and she'd be completely uninteresting. Then again, that life was never really a viable option. Gods had gotten involved and mucked everything up. Everything from before Shadow's conception had been set in motion by powers greater than any human being. But what if she'd never gone on that blind date? She'd probably still be whoring in the back of vans in Indiana.
"Er...non, je parle pass le francais." She smirked at him, shaking her head. "I was a travel agent, not a traveler. The farthest I ever got from home in my entire life was Anaheim for a travel agent's conference. Other than that, born, lived, died in Indiana. Eagle Point, at that. Boring. Don't ever bother stopping there if you happen to be passing by. The only French words I know are oui, non, how to say I don't speak French, and how to ask somebody to go to bed with me. Oh, I also know a bunch of swears, but they never felt as good in my mouth as American ones did."