Getting lost wasn't normal for Laura. She was trained with scientific precision, which when factored in with her animal senses meant it would was near impossible for any human to get her turned around. But the City was nothing human, and from what she had seen in her short stay, it seemed to take pleasure out of creating obstacles for everyone it could.
So there she was, somewhere in the outskirts of the City (or so she thought), trying to sleep out the storm. Her body could deal with the cold with relative ease, but the fistfuls of snow pummeling their way down were impairing her vision and mobility. She trudged her way off the road towards the nearest set of buildings, and broke into a storage shed near the middle of the complex.
It was dark, warm, and dry, and it would do perfectly.
Laura had to move some boxes around to uncover the mattress from it's corner. A dark stain that a sniff confirmed was human blood had spread and seeped through the mattress on both sides. Dropping it to the floor without flinching, she worked on the battered couch next. It had a spring coming through on the left-most cushion, but it would make-do. Curling herself onto two-thirds of the couch, Laura put on her headphones and waited.
The sound of kicking and cursing came about an hour later, waking Laura from her restless nap. A rubber band snapped inside her head as every sense shifted into high alert. The possibilities of the intruder being dangerous were low, but Laura was trained to take no chances. She waited in silence as the figured hurried in (it seemed to be just trying to get out of the cold), before breaking the shed's lock.
Pheromones coming off the figure told Laura that the person was a woman, and that she was tense. The speed of her reaction indicated chances that she had some sort of experience fighting as well. They were going to be stuck together until the storm gave way, so Laura spoke up in an attempt to make things more comfortable.