[Laura spends a little while looking over the wreckage of the Corona, in particular sadly inspecting the remains of the fist plating she helped Lowe assemble and install. After a few minutes of confirming to herself that, nope, that machine is beyond repair, she instead heads to the kitchen to put together whatever she knows Julia likes that's within her skill range.]

Julia. Come on. You need a break.

[And here she is, at the hatch of whatever machine Julia's currently trying, comfort food packed up and ready to deliver.]