[ Cisco gives another little wince, when she retracts her claws, watches as the wounds on her tiny hands close up. People - who had probably had the temerity to call themselves scientists - had done this to a helpless child. They had made her into this calm, deadly creature. Because they could, because she was a mutant, and a kid, and they could get away with it. Right at that moment, Cisco hates humanity pretty badly.

But there will be time to stew, and feel disgusted, later. Laura had shared this secret, had trusted him, and he has to make sure he doesn't make her regret it. ]

That must've taken a lot of bravery.

[ At least, from the sound of it, she hadn't come directly here from the facility or lab or whatever it was - she'd had some realization that the way she was being treated was wrong. Cisco gathers up the scattered threads of his composure, saying: ]

Look, how about we get you cleaned up and get you some new clothes, and then maybe you can tell me about it? I mean. If you want to. But you don't gotta explain anymore. I get it. You've dealt with monsters, before.

[ Which didn't mean she couldn't get herself killed being reckless like that, but Cisco's taking things one step at a time. Right now, all he wants to do is treat Laura better than she's been treated in the past. ]

When was the last time you ate? I can get us some hamburgers once you look a little less like you stepped out of a horror movie. Or milkshakes. Or whatever you like.