Barrow Fields lay your weapons down

Laurel hadn't expected to find anyone in this weird-looking field, so when someone's face suddenly popped up not far from her she froze in place and looked bewildered. What the fuck are you doing was her first thought, but Laurel decided to rein herself in a little and react a little less abrasively at first. Her face still pretty much read 'what the fuck are you doing' for a split second before Laurel decided to compose herself and she put a cheerful smile on her face. The attentive viewer would notice it was just a mask considering how scorned and annoyed she'd looked moments ago.

Anyway, she said: Hi! What're you doing here? Do you belong to a pack? Laurel tilted her head in faux curiosity as she waited for his response, hoping that he had a pack somewhere near. She'd always disliked the phrase 'belong to a pack' or 'of a pack' because her ass belonged to nobody, thank you very much. But likeable Laurel didn't mind using it all that much.