Laura's eyes moved from the edge of the roof and into the square to Sarah almost cautiously, her head turning slightly to face her teammate. Her sensitive nose, naturally, picked up on Sarah's arousal, but it was mostly met with confusion. X glanced down at herself for a moment and then quickly focused back on the square; scent is quite personal after all.

"Something I'd...enjoy?" She stood up straight as the world shifted and reformed around her; she retracted her claws and folded her arms across her stomach. Laura observed Sarah dancing about the ship, barely suppressing a grin and the urge to join her. There was something about being on a ship, real or not, that was almost freeing. It helped remind her of an old friend, whether or not that memory was surrounded in blood and confusion. 

A moment of peace floating aimlessly in a sea of sanguine memories. 

Laura folded her arm and placed her hand on her chin, pensively rubbing her jawline with her index finger. A rarely seen smile curled up on her lips. "I think that you are right. I could enjoy this," she spoke thoughtfully, taking a look around the deck, up the mast and across the sea. She sidled up to the edge and looked into the water, it was impossible to tell it wasn't real besides the smell and, truly, the heaviness of air that should have been present. 

X wondered for a moment if she couldn't help design more realistic simulations by communicating the intricacies of scent and feeling for true immersion. The thought was filed away for later as she noticed what she was wearing. Her eyebrow arched. "A...dress?" she queried with an audible frown. 

She stood there on the deck of a glorious pirate ship wearing a digistructed pale yellow dress, slightly dirtied and rather ragged with a slightly loosened corset. Though...on her hip rested a rather rusty-looking rapier, the program must have compensated for her atypical starting point and saw fit to grace her with a weapon regardless. It felt real enough, she noted, as she rested her hand on the hilt. That could be lived with.

"It's better to swim in the sea below, than to swing in the air and feed the crow," she quoted at Sarah with what could have passed for a sardonic grin.