Her relief is momentarily held up by Jet suddenly appearing in front of her, and she pauses for a moment to take the chance to just stare, because holy Christ how the hell did he do that. She stares, stares, and then breaks, because it really doesn't matter as long as he's here. Laura actually laughs, and walks towards him quickly.

"I've been here the whole damn time, I can't-" she sighs and shoves a hand through her hair, letting out a clearly frustrated huff of air, "I can't leave. I can't get out of the friggen' door, and I'm in these again."

She gestures to the clothes she's wearing - stuck back in the outfit she died in - and just shakes her head. It takes a moment, another little pause following before she continues, but finally she mumbles. "Jet I think I'm dead. You know, again."