Laura's kept her hand claws out since they lost what little light came from outside. In the oppressive darkness of the chamber, they don't make much difference, but it's something. Particularly when an attack might come at any moment.

She follows Tony, and pops the claw of one foot as he sets up his mechanical...things, holding it close in hopes that the the blue-white glow of it will give him more to work with. There'll be a hole in her boot after this, but that's frequently the case; she's grown used to cold toes.

"What is that?" Shouting feels unnatural to her normally, but especially when it results in so little sound.