[There's that, at least-- Luci was almost afraid they were going to get stuck in a constant feedback loop of Laura losing her shit every time she woke up and saw what was going on. Until she just... removed herself from the vicinity. Luci would, at least.]

Only if you carry me like the fucking princess I am. [She huffs, trying to inject at least some levity into things so as to not aggravate Laura further. Having to be carried around like an extremely ugly clutch is humiliating though, and it rankles Luci to think that she's going to be dependent on somebody carrying her if this lasts. She can't insist it be Laura, even Luci isn't that evil, so... who?]

Don't look at the bed. [Her body.] You know this place well enough to walk with your eyes closed.