[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/NISMglX.png[/img][/center][center][h2][color=#b9dde9]Laurey Karlin[/color][/h2][/center]What was the name of the word for when you threw your hat in with a venture that you didn’t know at the time but came later to realise might not be as well equipped to aid you in carrying out your desires as you initially thought, but by the time you do realise it’s too late you’re in a compromising position and can’t back out because you already know the salient features of a plan that only half the team in said venture are putting together whilst the rest make you question their psychological health and sanity, and the bottom of your stomach has fallen away and you feel both hot and cold, yet at the same time part of you is morbidly curious as to the fate waiting such a team?

The closest Laurey could come was regret. 

She pinched the bridge of her nose, eyes shut, and watched the lights dance across her closed lids, a laser bombardment on the darkness inside. Why them?

[color=FFB6C1]“Oh yeah, I forgot to ask, what’s your name, Lady?”[/color]

The voice brought her back. Laurey blinked away the harshness of the light and found herself looking down at the filterless girl, cheeks stills flushed red as tomatoes ready to all but fall from the vine, the sheen of her tears not fully wiped away. 

“Uh, it’s Laurey, hon’, but you can just call me Lady, if it suits,” Laurey winked and gave her best smile and the girl began crying again.

 “Oh, uh,” was all she could manage before others moved in to comfort the girl and Laurey removed herself, edging closer to Natasha. Away from the tears.

She needed a mask. Perhaps it was some small blessing that she’d only freaked out two of the kids.

“I agree with the others. Smart folk. Safest route is best. Even if we had top-of-the-range stealth systems, which from my cursory inspection, we don’t, the odds of detection aren’t something I would formally recommend gambling our lives against, and the moment you throw magic into the mix things get even screwy-er. We were working on some prototypes that used a web of laser-connected…” Laurey bit her lip, and shrugged it off, “Point is, better safe than sorry.”

The hologram still hung projected in the air.

“Hey Moonstrike One, where are we taking Realist after the rescue? Might help our navigators here.”