She swears under her breath. Not at Laura, or about what she said, but because her own hands are shaking and it's making it hard to roll this joint as easily as she usually can. But she manages, and pulls on a sweater and hauls the blanket off of her bed. Sighs.

"Bastard deserved it," she replies finally. Joint tucked safely behind her ear, blanket balled up in her arms, she starts walking, leaving her bed and the other dreamers behind. "I...dammit. I think what happened to me got mashed up with what happened to you. Different time and place and different bastard. And without you there to kill him before he--" She lets out a frustrated noise and sniffs, scrubbing at her face again. Fucking tears, who said you could spill out like this?

"I'm going to the roof to smoke."