Truthfully Laura didn't have to imagine what they said about her. Her [i]or[/i] Sarah. Rumors spread through little cliques in the Mansion like any other gathering of people coming into the world, but it's pretty hard to hide such a thing from a person with supernatural senses. Still, even if she could hear it she never listened - to rumors about her or anyone else. 

"I can see why you would..." Laura said softly, obviously uncomfortable about being portrayed in a dress - real or not. She made a quick search for said pistol, finding it wedged against her back via leather belt. The things weren't too accurate at range, but she was fairly certain she could figure out how to make use of it in close quarters. 

Without much more provocation Laura hopped up onto the railing, rope in hand for balance, and drew her rapier. "Yes, Captain...LOOSE THE TOPS, ROYALS AND MAINS!" She shouted with a vigor clearly unseen, a genetic predisposition for barking orders. Laura paused for a moment, scanning her brain for something potentially inspiring, "TO A GLORIOUS VICTORY OR DEATH AS A FREE SOUL WE SAIL!"

The sailors leaped into action, shouting cheers in unison as they moved like one perfectly greased gear. For a moment she allowed herself to forget she was an X-Man and in that moment she completely understood the whole 'role playing'...thing. She didn't have to admit she was enjoying this one, dress or no, but it was clearly written across the 'quarter master's' entire demeanor. If she let herself drift any more, she might swear she could feel the heat of the sun bearing down on that pale skin, heating up her onyx-colored hair and warming her typically cold bones.