She stuffs the folder away, gaze just the same, simple & stern and unyielding. She’s not unfamiliar with scare tactics, sentiments utilized to get the other to speak: she was born and bred within a facility that more-or-less trained mindless killing machines ( or attempted to at least. ) Laura, though still very much a child, had been forced through some of the best tactical training in the world, a brutal facility that saw her as nothing more than an animal and not the little girl pleading for HELP standing before a billionaire.
He stands up straight, folds his arms, and she only mimics his expression, straightening her own spine and shoulders, leering at him in same manner she’d once done to her own flesh and blood. Still, Laura saw no point in continuing to be fully stoic, even if she were a bit perturbed by his unkindly nature.
“Mi nombre es Laura. Soy un mutante…nacido de la sangre del Wolverine.” she tests the waters first with her native tongue. “Bad people made me. Bad people hurt me. Hurt my friends, my family…and killed…” she pauses breathing through her nose to calm the ache forming. “They killed my father. – I am not safe.”
to meet his equal in stubbornness in a kid is a bit surprising, but then again tony stark is a bit of a grown man child; maybe it makes sense completely. the second she shows signs of speaking, though, he latches onto each and every word, tony easily catching onto her spanish and keeping up throughout it all. by the time she, laura, has finished, arms tighten across his chest and chin lifts as dark gaze averts. it’s a lot to take in, and even more to accept. he’s heard of the x-men, of what happened to them, but he always believed mutants to either be gone or in the process of extinction; obviously that is not so.
once he’s gathered himself enough, tony looks back down at the girl. he has no choice but to have her stay, and he’d regret it forever if he turned her away. ❛ and what makes you so sure i can help you? ❜ he wants only a few more of his questions answered, but his mind is made up completely. shifting on his feet, lips thin and a brow lifts. ❛ why trust whoever told you to come here, and why believe i can help? ❜