Laura doesn't mind at all. In fact, she can't help the giggle that escapes when Jet's excitement has her leaning back a little too far before she has no choice other than to fall onto her backside. She grabs his face softly in her hands and does what most do: encourage the behaviour.

"I can't," Laura finally manages. "I wish.. I could... but I can't."

But she is soon able to get back on her feet and while using the cuff of her sleeve to rub the slobber trail that went from jaw to forehead, Laura closes her door and waits for Will to lead the way.

"No less different than everyone else. Can't say that last round of fuckery left me wanting more."