Ironically, coming out swinging wasn't really on her mind. Asking questions, yes, but that went without saying. He knew that was possible enough to come forward first. Had he not, she'd have found a way to inquire about the pretty blonde woman that touched the screen in an attempt for more than just a verbal connection.

Laura makes her way back to the side of the couch she normally sits, allowing him the other, if he wants it. She shakes her head.

"No, I'm okay with listening. If something comes up, I'll ask, if that's okay," she answers, reaching for her pack of cigarettes. This will be somewhere in the tenth or twelfth she's had since he'd called a couple of hours prior.