"Oh." The noise Lauren makes is half-interested, half-disappointed; a little sigh like something inside her has deflated a bit. Not fae then. She notices the other woman getting ready to leave at the same time as she blurts out "So what can you d-- no, sorry, that's rude." Shaking her head at her own ineptitude - seriously, have your people skills atrophied so badly in just a few weeks? - she inclines her head towards the door as if inviting Mystique to escape while she still can.