"One of my spots is warm," Laura said, " It is near one of heating vents." She is deliberately turning his words into something else. She unfolds her legs and springs catlike from the chair to land on her feet. "I have not covered all of the ship, there is a high chance you will have found somewhere different."
She glances up at him. "Do you have a problem with heights?"
Laura Kinney
The Facility created me to be a weapon. Killing was all I knew. I didn't know how to say "no." But if I ever did say no, they had a way to make me kill. A chemical trigger.
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Date: 2015-01-11 10:59 pm (UTC)She glances up at him. "Do you have a problem with heights?"