Dan didn't say anything as she got off the motorcycle.

"Could you turn those damn things off?" Laurel's voice snapped, thick with annoyance, "Or at least turn them the other way."

Roselyn blinked but nodded, turning hers off and motioning the other's to turn so their lights weren't directly on Laurel. "You alright?" she asked, getting off with Dan and stepping closer. Laurel moved her arm and snorted at her, "Do I look alright to you?" She looked a bit beat up and covered in mud. The motorcycle didn't look any better.

Dan didn't say anything, letting Roselyn handle it.

Roselyn walked closer, "Did you fall?" she asked and Laurel flashed her a glare, "I did not fall." she retorted, "The extension broke and I lost control of the bike." she paused a moment, standing and looking down at the bike. "I suppose I'm lucky I didn't go crashing into a wall." she snorted with a small smirk.

Roselyn swallowed, "Laurel?" Laurel turned to look at her, "What?" she asked a little harshly.

"What's wrong?" Roselyn tried quietly. "Wrong? Nothing's wrong." Laurel replied, "I've just decided I won't fall back into that pit." "Pit?" Roselyn asked but she was ignored as Laurel looked back at her bike.

Dan remained silent, but she seemed to at least understand somewhat.

Laurel tweaked a few more things then climbed on and tried it. The engine started. Laurel glanced over her shoulder, looking at Dan. "You coming?" she asked bluntly, "Or are you riding with them all the way back." There was a clear condescending tone in her voice.

Dan glanced at everyone else before grabbing her helmet and walking over to Laurel.

The other women clearly didn't know what to do. They let them go with shocked silence. Laurel waited until Dan was firmly seated on the back before taking off. It took less than a half-an-hour for Laurel to drive them back. She pulled to a stop with a sigh, almost regretfully.

Dan slowly got off and took off her helmet still not seeming too talkative.

Laurel stayed on the bike, hands gripping the handlebars then releasing, gripping then releasing. "I've figured it out, Dan." she said quietly.

Dan turned to Laurel, waiting for her to continue.

Suddenly Laurel let go of the bars and dismounted the bike. She turned to Dan with a placid smile, "There's no such thing as selfless love. And therefore," she paused, "real love cannot exist."

Dan blinked and then slowly a frown crossed her face. "How did you come to that conclusion?" she asked.

"People are naturally selfish." Laurel stated with a knowing smirk, "Everyone is only thinking about themselves... it's our instinct." she shrugged, "It is not possible to only care about another person and not about yourself. Love must be selfless to be real and since we can't be selfless, it must not exist." she elaborated as the moved towards the door, expecting Dan to follow.

Dan followed. After a moment Dan noted, "People tend to be selfish. But not always so. No one can be selfless all the time, and no one can be selfish all the time either. But selflessness exists. Sometimes its just hard to see."

Laurel glanced back at Dan, eyes hard to read. "You know..." she said quietly as they waited for the elevator, "my Dad was selfless once. He was kind and gentle-hearted before he was betrayed. Then he betrayed me and I'll betray someone else. It's a cycle, Dan, and it's better to stay out of it. Love is not real; it is false and it is an illusion. It will stab you in the back as soon as you let it in. It always does." The elevator was here and she stepped into it.