It really is a testament to how conditioned to violence and chaos Laura has become, that the blackout and the potential threats aren't really weighing on her the way they're weighing on Foggy. She's a little too unconcerned about it all, because it's still less insane than the things she regularly had to deal with in the Void, and because there are very few things on nearly any world that can actually hurt her in any remarkable fashion. Very few things she can't kill — and now, because of his kindness, very few things she can't protect him from, a recent but now-existent factor.

She appreciates generous people. She appreciates good people. He seems like one, so he deserves to be protected.

It's a struggle not to look amused at the way he's thumping his head on the door, a struggle not to seem distinctly entertained by the fact that he's locked himself out.

"I can help with that," she volunteers, but with an added disclaimer of, "It might break your lock, though."

If he's got a spare key or something, that might be option one, but if he really wants to get back into his place before the front desk opens to give him another copy... she could get him inside pretty easily.