It's such a non-reaction. He'd dropped the thought so casually! Laurie's obviously experiencing a flare of emotion, suddenly wet-eyed and red-faced. She hates it, a little bit, that she's still so sorry at feelings.

"Then I'm not--" She breathes and inches away. She doesn't think she's emitting, but... impulse. It gives her a moment to trying and collect herself, her thoughts, something.

It's not that she's got a problem with potentially staying here, if it's viable. She's doubted since she landed here that getting back to her own world is possible. She'll stay if she has to. What's the difference? It's-- God, he'd just so easily landed on the idea of packing them up and shipping them off. He'd just assumed it wouldn't matter one way or another to them, or that it wouldn't matter what they thought of it at all.

"David." It's wet and half-choked, and she swallows thickly. She can't think of anything else to say.