After a few reprimands by fellow members Laura decided against pile it on Maverick any further. After all the poor bastard was already on Kacey's nearly bad side, and that's awful close to a place you definitely don't want to be. Had that remark been made two years ago it probably would have kept her up that night, thinking on how he was right and she wouldn't be useful. These days though she knew what her abilities were and that in a fight she wouldn't go down so easily. The 357 resting in the holster on her thigh helped quite a bit too. Her hand slowly slid along her skirt and over the concealed pistol, it was nice having that added comfort.

Casually Laura retrieved a cup and poured herself a cup of the recently rewarmed coffee. Bitter, but caffeinated. Her eyes drifted to Emily, the girl who favored starting her mornings with whiskey. She felt it was no secret that this girl wasn't a fan of her, but that wasn't really a problem. Laura didn't exactly take a liking to her either, but she would never make in issue out of it as long as the girl didn't. 

Her focus then shifted to Kacey. Her sister had come along way. Laura could easily remember a time when Kacey wouldn't listen to an idea of someone else, even if it was a good one. That was a big factor in their splitting ways. So needless to say she was happy to have witnessed her sister grow in this regard. It couldn't be easy to deal with this group, sometimes they were like a bunch of children, but she respected Kacey for doing such a good job.