Laura’s eyes widened at the sight of the bone claw. Others might have told her that using it to scoop peanut butter wasn’t hygienic, but that was the last thought on Laura’s mind. She extended the claws from one of her hands. Was it to show Gabby, or compare? She wasn’t sure. Maybe it was like a contagious yawn. Regardless, she stood there, claws out but at her side, staring at Gabby in bewilderment.
Her trance was broken by Jonathan’s movement, and although she said nothing, her eyes followed him as he made his way under the table to eat. Laura also liked to eat under tables, in nooks, or in other little places that felt protected, somehow. Whatever the creature was, he was growing on her already.
Laura nodded her head. This was Xavier’s, although he no longer ran the school himself (even if he was a little senile, Laura thought he was wonderful). When she nodded it a second time, there was a look of understanding on her face, and shared pain. When Gabriela died, she had felt the same way. Thankfully, she didn’t have to be on her own for very long, though.
Laura noticed the injury before, but only in the quick, cursory way she noted everything in a new situation. She didn’t consciously assess and decide what of the information she took in would take priority; it happened as most people processed sensory information, except there was more of it—a lot more—so sometimes tree branch in a leg didn’t rank as high as it maybe should have. When Gabby hopped onto the counter, though, there was an increase in the metallic scent of blood—not a lot, not like death, or dismemberment—like perhaps the movement had jarred the branch. Regardless of why, an increase in blood registered in her mind as an increase in danger, and drew her attention.
“Your thigh,” she said, with a strong Mexican accent. Did Gabby not care about the injury because of a healing factor like she had? Even if that were the case, it must hurt, though, right? Laura always pulled out things she was stabbed, impaled, or otherwise pierced with right away. Her questions about the girl just kept increasing.
Seeing the claws extended from Laura's hand brought a cheerful smile from Gabby. It was proof in a way that she was someplace at least half way familiar. There were mutants, one of her sisters was here kind of albeit a much younger version, and she had managed to get to Xavier's. Things were looking up. It would be nice of course if she was still home, but that was something that could be considered later.
That scent of blood actually hit Gabby's nose as well, and she looked up for a moment as though trying to figure out where it was coming from before Laura answered the question for her. Looking down at her thigh there was a faintly irritated look on Gabby's face that was almost reminiscent of how Laura might look when annoyed. “Oh come on. I liked these pants. Great, now I have to figure out how to replace them.”
Shaking her head she reached down, and gave a little tug at the small branch. She had of course healed around it, and so it wouldn't be that easy. Taking a bite of beef jerky Gabby casually used one of her claws to open up the area around the branch just a tiny bit before wiggling the branch and yanking it out. Blood of course followed with it, but the wound quickly closed completely.
One noticeable thing was that Gabby hadn't given off even the smallest hint of any pain. No grimace, no scent change, no grunt, nothing. It didn't matter what sense was used there was no sign she had been in any pain at all.
Setting the branch casually down next to her Gabby went back to eating. Cleaning could be done later. Food was more important. “Good jerky. So...I'm, not. Ahhh, really from around here...” Voice trailing off Gabby wasn't sure what to say. Hi I'm your clone from a different world? I come in peace? Do you know Dr. Strange because maybe he can get me back home? It all sounded awkward at best. Particularly as it wasn't like she had any proof of anything. Jonathan grumbled from under the table. “Need. Den.”
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