( He's definitely not wrong, although her experience with what people are like is a little bit skewed — both in terms of the adults she knew growing up, and the way the children around her also turned out. Being raised as an object, being engineered to be a product made of rage, does not tend to implant an automatically charitable drive into a person.
Somehow, despite that, Laura's always had the instinct to be a caregiver. It isn't exactly accurate to say she's always been kind; the brutality she'd been willing to show complete strangers when she was young is sort of a testament to the opposite. But the people she liked, the people she got to know, she had a drive to comfort even after only the span of a day or so.
He seems kind. She thinks she might like him. Her impulse toward loyalty isn't as fast as it was when she was a kid, but it tugs on her lightly still, now. Coaxes an honest answer from her lips, instead of a dodge: )
Laura.
( Somewhat awkwardly, she falls into step beside him, her hands stuffed into her pockets and her elbows hugged tightly to her sides. Between them, inaudibly, her stomach growls. Her healing factor does a number to her metabolism; she'd been a bottomless pit even back where she came from, it's only worse here with no secure access to food just yet. You've gotta be pretty hard-up to steal peanut butter, but it is one of the more calorie-dense, most-bang-for-your-buck foods in jar form. )
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Somehow, despite that, Laura's always had the instinct to be a caregiver. It isn't exactly accurate to say she's always been kind; the brutality she'd been willing to show complete strangers when she was young is sort of a testament to the opposite. But the people she liked, the people she got to know, she had a drive to comfort even after only the span of a day or so.
He seems kind. She thinks she might like him. Her impulse toward loyalty isn't as fast as it was when she was a kid, but it tugs on her lightly still, now. Coaxes an honest answer from her lips, instead of a dodge: )
Laura.
( Somewhat awkwardly, she falls into step beside him, her hands stuffed into her pockets and her elbows hugged tightly to her sides. Between them, inaudibly, her stomach growls. Her healing factor does a number to her metabolism; she'd been a bottomless pit even back where she came from, it's only worse here with no secure access to food just yet. You've gotta be pretty hard-up to steal peanut butter, but it is one of the more calorie-dense, most-bang-for-your-buck foods in jar form. )