Noctisardor Bypass now i'm wandering around, wandering without a clue

Laurel imagined Roanoke must be a person who tended to do that thing a lot. She knew some of those, herself. The way Tambourine grinned about it made it seem like some sort of inside joke that she wasn't a part of, which she didn't like, but she still sort of snickered at the joke as if she was; only fueled by her fear to do something, anything, to make him triggered and attack her.

When Tambourine continued to ask about her past and Indra, Laurel nodded. Yeah. She died. It seemed pretty clear, but just in case. Laurel looked away, nervously, as she felt exposed upon admitting that the only wolf in the world she trusted was no longer here. So now it's just me. She glanced back at Rivenwood, thinking of the new wolves she'd met; but she knew she could not trust them, ever. Not like Indra...