Laura isn't entirely herself as she arrives. Her thoughts are lost in what she used to be, and where she had been made. She remembers the feeling of captivity, of being tortured and prodded. She knows what it's like to be little more than a slave, a being made to be someone else's weapon. She's lost in those thoughts, Chara's call to arms triggering her to slip back into her more feral state.

She wants to be good.

She desperately wants to make her father proud.

But she also needs to do this. She needs to stand up for other children, to make sure they aren't exploited and used. Her face is a blank mask, void of expression apart from a dark and animalistic anger in her eyes. She moves through the establishment quietly but precisely, claws extended and ready to go. She's come here to kill.

Fire;

The fire that's started spreads with an alarming speed. Laura ignores it as best as she can, moving through the chaos to hack and swipe at anyone that carries themselves like they dare to own another being. Screaming as she leaps and tackles them down, she makes quick work out of hacking off limbs. Instead of straight up murder, her instincts scream at her to make them suffer. The cruelty she was shown growing up has shown her what torture is, and what it can do to someone in a position of power. How it can knock them down enough pegs to make them beg for you to take their life in order to end the pain.

In some twisted way, she knows that Pierce would be proud of her here. The thought makes her sick and panic, and she winds up running away to try and hide. She ends up on the second level in a structure that's quickly burning down. Her skin is being charred by the flames but she heals right away. She still whimpers and cries, attempting to wipe all the blood on her hands off onto her clothes. There's just so much of it that she can't get it all off.

As the floor beneath her feet burns and gives way, Laura crashes through it and lands roughly on the ground level. Smoke inhalation combined with being knocked so roughly on the head make her see stars, and she's a little slow to get back up to her feet.

Capture;

Eventually she's caught by the slavers here, ones who are much larger than she is and who realize her healing ability. With a metal rod through the chest, Laura dangles up in the air, grunting and screaming in pain as she's carried at a far enough distance that she can't reach anyone. Her hands are secured tightly behind her back, and without the option of hacking at the metal through her, she sharply screams as she tries wriggling her way free. It hurts so badly, but she's worked up enough that it's not really registering.

There's still blood on her hands, and she's in a blind rage as she tries to free herself. She has to make it back home.