Yes, teasingly of course.

“Good girl.” Emma declared with a teasing grin, enough to make the usually stoic, cold and emotionless Wolverine clone blush like her life depended on it red tinge spreading to her cheeks, to the tips of her ears, all the way down to the bottom of her neck, practically glowing in her flustered state.

Leading Laura back into her cell, Emma clapped her hands once more. “Cell, the little Wolverine needs a changing table.” She declared, once again causing one to practically appear out of nowhere, try as she might, Laura couldn't determine what sort of technology the cell used, it reminded her of the Danger Room somewhat, or a more advanced version of it anywa-

“Wh-What are you- HEY! I-I can climb by myself!” Laura yelped as she was picked up by the hips and laid down on the changing table like a child by Emma, only flustering her further. “I’m not so sure you can, but either way, you won’t.” Emma responded calmly, beginning the process of wiping down the clone’s most sensitive areas with baby wipes she had fished out of that embarrassing diaper bag…

Wincing and whining, Laura just crossed her arms and pouted as she was powdered, diapered, and then double-diapered, the final result being the clone practically waddling wherever she walked, barely able to run, or move fluidly at all with the massive crinkly diapers between her legs, blushing wildly as Emma once again **** the shorts up herself, which looked even more ridiculous in Laura’s current state.

“Now, say thank you Miss Frost.” The White Queen declared smugly, making Laura blush even redder, but hang her head, even the stubborn, bratty clone realising compliance was her best option for now. “Thank you. Miss Frost.” She muttered begrudgingly.

“Good girl.” Emma repeated once again, before calling in two guards telepathically, one shorter looking man, although nowhere near as short as Laura herself, and a tall, muscular woman.

“Lead the clone to the mess hall, I have business to attend to.” Emma declared, waltzing off with a strut in her step, as usual.

Laura just blushed, glaring at the guards as they gestured for her to walk ahead of them, not afraid to use their batons if she resisted.