Laura nodded at the redhead as she walked away. Maybe she'd drop in to help her with whatever engine she had been talking about. It'd give Laura something to do, which she would be handy seeing as none of these people had managed to find their way out of whatever alternate reality they had all stumbled into.
She looked at the man. "Couch is good." The idea of him being a pervert didn't cross her mind for two reasons - the man didn't look like he could hurt a fly, and he wouldn't be able to hurt Laura even if he tried. He was offering her a place to crash, and it was the only one she had. "So are chili dogs." Laura was pretty much the non-pickiest person around when it came to food (all she subsisted on for ages was protein bars).
Laura blinked at the movie reference. "I don't know what that is, but okay. Name's Laura, by the way."