Adrenaline surged through Laura's system still, the need to fight and come out victorious had been cut short two too many times today. Perhaps, she thought to herself, a session in the Danger Room would calm her nerves. Aggravation gripped her as much as the adrenaline did, but the feral need to unwind and destroy led her room to grab her "bug out bag" before heading down and down into the belly of the manor once more. 

From the nearly empty changing room she hung her father's jacket up once more, stopping for a moment to assess the damage to her civilian boots. Laura's shoulders dropped and she sighed before shaking her head and setting them aside to be dealt with later. In the spirit of tattered things she donned an older outfit, black and silver - her favorite. It was doubtful that anything would remove the faint smell of blood from it, but even so (and not in addition to) it was still her favorite look. 

She noted a slight snugness that hadn't been present previously, but deigned to ignore it in favor of her rapidly waning sanity. 

That sanity ceased entirely for a moment, as she entered the danger room. A flash of confusion and the lightest outpouring of rage came in the form of a low, animalistic growl. The room was, apparently, already occupied. The simulation wasn't one she recognized, but she adapted immediately. 

An old city like nothing she'd ever seen sprawled out before her. Beautiful and terrible all in one digitized brush stroke. The dramatic juxtaposition between the clean, sterilized smell of metal and the look of utter poverty and degradation before her played hell with her mind as she tried to adjust.

Laura stood in the mouth of an alleyway staring out into a bustling street where children ran barefoot through real enough muck to make her feel unclean. Even their smiles were touched with black and brown, rot and decay lay in amply supply everywhere. Besides that, the hum of commotion gave her enough pause to close her eyes as she adjusted to the ambiance. It sounded as though there was a large body of water near as well. She focused on the brushing of the waves against the shore and slowly opened her eyes.

As she did she bore witness to a group of dirty, shirtless men maneuvering a rather large crate onto a wench before hefting it with a block-and-tackle into the back of a wagon. X took a moment to appreciate all the detail before taking a step back into the shadows and assessing the alleyway itself. She noticed for the first time that the room had digistructed a costume for her, black form-fitting leather with a white robe over it and...what appeared to be, was it? Yes it was. A hood. 

Laura smiled for the first time today as she began to scale the wall, hood pulled perfectly over her jet-black locks.