laura looks.

from her alien perspective, and her van, it helps her get an idea of what makes humans human. she could never fully understand, though.

from the driver’s seat of her van, she peers out as men cross the street in front of her. a few of them give her a wave. are they saying hello? thanking her?

laura doesn’t know.

the wheels of her van slowly roll through a puddle, the typical scottish winter turning her van into an icebox. she should go…home?

she bumps the curb, rolling down the window. a practiced smile crosses her lipstick-covered lips.

“hey. do you know if there’s any hotels around here?”

her eyes don’t hold the same weight as her smile.