She stares up with some softer measure of surprise. This other Laura, it would make sense that they're alike... even still, it's strange to recognize that there are other versions of her out there. She knew it was a thing, but to meet someone who knew the other you... it's bizarre, to say the least. She ducks her gaze, some of her unruly brown hair hanging along her vision.

"... Did she get away, too? From the ones who hurt her."

It's important, that she get away.

Freedom tastes too sweet not to be taken by every incarnation.