[h3][center][u][color=fdc68a][b]Laura Adam[/b][/color][/u][/center][/h3]

To be honest, this Dax guy's apology probably worried Laura even more about his mental health. It's one thing to be a gun-toting lunatic, it's another to be cherries and roses the next moment. He could be bipolar or something. And not the teenage stereotype "Omg, I'm [i]so[/i] bipolar!" either. Actually bipolar, as in, needing medication.

Or, on the other hand, he just turned over a new leaf. Laura lit a cigarette, inhaled those sweet toxic fumes and planed her bare arm around Dax's shoulder, so as she was on his left and her limb draped over his right shoulder. [@KiritoAsuna]

[color=fdc68a]"There you go, buddy boy; that's the spirit. I can feel our beautiful new friendship blooming already."[/color] As she spoke, the smoke from her new cigarette drifted over her lips and into the air. She was a chain smoker indeed, but as she saw it she was probably going to die early or get thrown into the Hole, so she didn't see a real point in going through the effort of kicking  the addiction. 

She jostled him with her arm, all friendly-like. Personal space was not a huge issue for her, perhaps to other's chagrin. 

Still holding onto D, Laura called out to Free. [color=fdc68a]"Yesiree, ready to kill some krauts...or whoever we're fighting. Just don't expect me to die for your grand cause."[/color] She placed the lit nicotine stick back to her mouth.