Owner Pose
Rose Wilson     It's about one in the morning when Rose returns to the Roost. The girl has been gone for months now, with only the vaguest explanation of 'work'. It isn't an uncommon thing with her. A lot like a certain grizzly man in Laura's history, she has a tendency to need to isolate sometimes. She always comes back, though.

    She slinks her duffel down in her room and strips out of her clothing. A quick shower later, and she's sliding into a pair of flannel pajama pants, and an oversized Nirvana shirt. That, plus the eyepatch, make up her entire outfit at the moment. She pulls her long, white hair back into a messy bun and feels her tummy growl. With a sigh she creeps her way out and to the kitchen. It's here where she is found, with a pot of cheap ramen coming to a boil on the sink, and the girl nursing a beer as she sits on the edge of the kitchen island, feet dangling.
Laura Kinney It's unlikely to shock anyone when X-23, better known to the Outsiders as Laura Kinney, slinks in from the direction of the training rooms. Perhaps the only 'shocking' part is that she actually comes in through the door and doesn't drop out of the elevator shaft or drop out a vent like a certain Bat-fam member.

She's got her flowing dark hair tyed up in a simple ponytail plus some yoga pants and a t-shirt. Both in a sort of tactical grey-black that's good for blending into the shadows and helps to hide the blood. Her bare feet padding as close to silent as can be for a mutant without sound powers.

There's a faint sniff noise before she even comes into view and she greets "Hi Rose." before seeing her teammate. The nose always knows. "I was unaware you'd be returning today."
Rose Wilson "Same," Rose replies before taking a swig of her beer. "Didn't know when I'd be back. Job wrapped up early." She glances over at Laura, watching her for a moment before she turns her gaze to the pot on the stove, waiting for it to boil. "It'll be nice to sleep in an actual bed again. Whenever I end up passing out, I mean."

She tucks an escaped locke of hair behind her ear and looks over again. "So, do you like, catnap or something? Tiny little naps through the day? Or do you just...not sleep enough? Like me?" She slips off the island and lands on bare feet. She makes her way over to the window and opens it to let in the cool night air, before she pulls a pack of Marlboro Red's out of her pajama pockets. She pats herself down and grunts.

Rose walks over to the stove and leans down under the pot of ramen, using the stove to light her cigarette. She then turns and walks back over to the window, hopping up onto the kitchen counter to reach it easier. She blows the smoke out the window.

"Miss me?"
Laura Kinney "I've never been fond of beds," Laura notes with a shrug, heading over to the refridgerator and getting out a carton of strawberry milk. A claw pops out with a distinctive snikt and slices the top open. Clearly she doesn't plan on sharing, because the claws are not exactly approved for communal food or drink preparation...

"I just have a futon on a stack of supplies." Few normal people could relax while sleeping on boxes containing explosives and ammo. "My power means I only need to sleep a few hours every few days. Maybe six hours every two to three days."

Her nose twitches a little at the smoke.

"It's been pretty busy. Balm's had lethal family issues. New York is being invaded by something or other. And my sisters school got attacked by aliens.. Oh we added a few new members since you last stopped by. There should be dossiers on everyone waiting for your attention."
Rose Wilson "New people. Yay."

She takes a long drag on her cigarette, legs curled under her as she sits on the kitchen counter. The petite killer looks downright adorable, curled up like that in her pajamas. She glances over, tapping her ash out the window. "I take my comfort where I can get it. Shit sucks too much not to. You should try it. I have a -very- comfy bed." Just Rose being Rose.

She turns and leans her back against the wall, turning to look out the window again as she takes another drag on her cigarette.

"Mn. Sounds eventful."
Laura Kinney Laura Kinney raises an eyebrow. "One of the new people is my sister Gabby." A shrug. "So try be nice." She takes a long swig of the strawberry milk, then adds "At least to her anyway." Priorities. Not that her sister needs any help dealing with hardened killers. It's practically the family business.

"As for comfort... It's a little tepid for my liking. I'd much rather have an adrenaline rush. Speaking of which I've been making my own hot sauce if you would like to spice up your ramen a little." This may or may not raise red alarm flags with Rose. Depending on how much attention she paid at meal times when last she was around the team. X-23 likes a level of spice in her meals that practically melts the kitchenware.

"I'd ask you to stop smoking, the smell isn't great for me, but we're in Gotham so it's probably just going to drown out the lingering scent of the air pollution." To say Laura's nose is good would be an understatement and unless Rose went to special efforts to clean the scents off traces of her last mission likely linger still. Thankfully X-23 isn't really the type to pry or judge if someone has been involved in a few shootings or stabbings. Too much of a pot/kettle situation.