[It isn't much longer before Laura begins to stir. She groggily shifts, wincing and making a sound of pain that sounds very close to a wounded animal. At first she feels arms and thinks it must be Diana or her father. Then her senses kick in and she can smell and feel that isn't right at all. This is a stranger that's carrying her. Panic instantly floods her entire being and she trembles as she tries thrashing her way free.
She's healing now, injuries sealing over. The blood still remains all over her, but the bruises go just as quickly as any of the gashes. She can feel herself getting stronger by the second, but that doesn't stop her from trying to get free.
If Natasha lets her go, she'll run to press herself against the nearest wall to stop and stare.]
Who are you?
[She asks it in Spanish, sounding distrustful and a little afraid.]
no subject
She's healing now, injuries sealing over. The blood still remains all over her, but the bruises go just as quickly as any of the gashes. She can feel herself getting stronger by the second, but that doesn't stop her from trying to get free.
If Natasha lets her go, she'll run to press herself against the nearest wall to stop and stare.]
Who are you?
[She asks it in Spanish, sounding distrustful and a little afraid.]
And why were you holding me?