Recognizing the voice first before anything else Sarah's azure eyes settled on Laura's face inside the shadowed hood. Well, of all the people it could have been stumbling in on this scenario she could have imagined a lot worse. It could have been Cannonball, Sunspot or Bamf...

"What did it look like," Sarah whispered, staring up blankly, not moving a muscle beyond what she needed to respond, "I was dead. Taki, y'know, Takashi Matsuyo? Wheels? Anyways, he's been working on a Danger Room version of a MMORPG and I Taki asked me to help him out with his justice syst..."

Sarah looked at the blank stare Laura was giving her. Right. Laura was a clone, brought up and raised to be an assassin. It was most likely the only role playing she knew was when she was trained in impersonation to get closer to a target. The idea of spontaneous acting and playing a part in a grand story probably was a bit beyond her limited experience. Not that she wouldn't understand, Laura seemed scary smart to Sarah, only that it might take a little longer for it to get through all that conditioning.

"It's a combination of both improvisational theater and paintball only with swords and spells." Sarah attempted to explain though, hearing it spoken she wasn't quite sure if the explanation did it any justice.

"Well, in any event, I'm playing this character named Assallya and I got caught assassinating a duke's son and was promptly executed," she further explained, "I'm just not sure what is supposed to happen now. I mean, if you didn't come along... would I just keep hanging there and where the hell is Taki anyhow?"

Come to think of it, Laura shouldn't have been able to get into the Danger Room at all. Which meant... Taki must have stepped out, or rolled out in his wheelchair, for a minute, probably to grab some food or go to the washrrom and Laura had chosen just that moment to enter. Wonderful!