She's going fast. Or, really, no. The words are out of her face at a normal rate, but it's big information in not as many syllables as it might deserve. Logan's expression has lines in it, connoting tension, but he doesn't interrupt. If he knows anything about youth, and he sort of does by now, it's to let 'em speak, even if Laura is a different kind to the ones he's met. A lot different.

He keeps pace, longer strides slowed to match her's.

And for a moment, they are both silent, because she's finished and he is processing. "And what did success look like?" he asks, gruff.