Laurel laughed and lifted her glass of lemonade. "Honestly, it's like they made this super sweet to make the rest of this meeting more digestible or something." She looked around the room and then shifted her attention back to Anakin, dropping her voice to just above a whisper. "Not the place to ask this, I'm guessing, but the Bureau. Creepy, right?" She was no reporter or anything, but there was a definite vibe she got from them that set off her creep-o-meter more than she was willing to admit. But they knew stuff, and they had the answers, and Laurel needed answers. She guessed everyone else there did as well. Answers and support.