She holds very still -- and when Laura's still, she's still -- as she takes this in. Confused, because that was years ago for her, but she remembers it. She remembers everything, but especially moments like that. There's still the possibility that he's an alternate whose timeline diverged at some point after that, but it's such a remote one that she's able to put it aside. Occam's razor.

Anyway, she just kind of knows. Some instincts are harder than others to suppress.

Her claws retract and her face changes again, loses some of the hard-edged anger, but still so hard to read. She can't even think of names for what she's feeling right now because she's feeling too much to have anything left for self-examination. She just knows that this is what she's been looking for and finally, she's not alone again. Not anymore.

She creeps forward like a kicked dog.