Laura nodded to herself. So the man was not dead (or at least believed he wasn't), which meant there was a good chance she was still alive. Pocket dimension, did he say? She might be skeptical, but Laura spent her life around too many scientists to write improbabilities off completely. After all, wasn't mankind convinced people like her couldn't exist two decades ago?
Her senses registered a swell of musical instruments as her brain churned through the various scientific explanations for what was going on. She was about to go through her third theory (her brain completed calculations at ridiculous speeds), when the man's voice broke through her concentration. He had a pleasant voice, she noted. She had never really heard a good singer off the radio, so his song, although odd, was welcome.
The thought of singing herself never occurred to her. Music and dancing for anything other than academic study was considered frivolous and a luxury, and a weapon like X-23 was never allowed any of that. She tipped her head to the side and tapped her foot to the song, with a rare, amused half-smile on her face.