The look on Laura's face cannot accurately be described as a smile, but her severity softens enough to imply that -- that's as far as she gets, most of the time, the last time she tried to smile it was actually kind of terrifying.

"Yes." Without any further ado, she leaps off and makes a run for it, heading southwest, towards Sobek Croix. It's hard to keep track of her for long, she blends in so seamlessly in crowds when she wants to, and she's quick, quicker than even someone of her size has any right to be.