The outside air was crisp and fresh, allowing Morgan to take a deep breath when she hadn't in several minutes. Lydia's careful tattoo and the rather permanent bite marks on her shoulder had kept the Enforcer in a nervous, tense state. Now that she wasn't in the apartment, she relaxed her shoulders and let the anxiety filter from her mind. She had to be clear in the head for the rest of this trip. She couldn't be muddled or unable to form cohesive thoughts in front of Adrian Blackwell. This mission - and the safety of Onyxport and perhaps the rest of the country - depended on her. She couldn't mess this up over a<i>vampire bite. </i><br/><br/>She breathed out carefully, following Lydia as she led them in between the other apartments and to the carriage waiting on the street for them. The very horses themselves blended in with the growing night, and only the reflection of the lantern in their eyes gave way to their presence if one wasn't looking closely. They were imposing animals too; Morgan was much more of a cat person. She hovered on Lydia's left side while she spoke to the man, and she only needed one glance to see that he also was a vampire. Outside of the<i>really </i>crazy ones, humans tended to stick to their side of Onyxport unless they were being escorted by someone who would protect them. Even then, vampires were generally more accepted on the human side, rather than the other way around. The dangers on the vampiric side were far too real, and yet, there they stood, willing to walk right into them.<br/><br/>As the man showed off his carriage and pocketed his money, Morgan looked over the carriage. It was unassuming, nothing that would attract a lot of attention before they arrived at their destination. What concerned Morgan was the size. It didn't really look like it was going to fit one person, much less two. Neither she nor Lydia were large by social standards, but the vampire was tall and would likely take up most of the room if she wanted to stretch her long, shapely legs out.<br/><br/><i>Think. There's more to this than ogling, </i>she scolded herself, letting Lydia enter and settle before she followed. The cushioned bench only lined one side of the carriage, forcing human and vampire to sit on the same side. For one person, this would have been adequate, but as Morgan situated herself in the other corner, she realized they were just as close as they had been while Lydia had painted on her arm. There was an unhealthy<i>five </i>inches between them, and Morgan felt a bead of sweat drip down her back. It was going to be uncomfortable and hot, but she bit the inside of her cheek and let the driver close the door beside her.<br/><br/>Silence overcame them as the carriage jolted forward, the rattling of the wheels hardly heard even though the walls were thin. It took Morgan less than three minutes to try and prop the window open. She only succeeded in pushing it halfway before it snagged on something, but they were already moving, so she couldn't check.<i>Dammit all, I'm going to burn up in here.</i><br/><br/>Lydia spoke, and it took all of Morgan's willpower to turn and face her. Not that the motion took very much<i>moving </i>anyway, since Lydia was practically in her face. Biting her cheek again, she thought about Lydia's question. It was the first time they could be forthcoming with one another, as there were no eavesdropping ears or prying eyes. She could give information without worrying for once, but Morgan still found herself glancing outside on the off chance someone caught wind of their journey.<br/><br/>She took a long moment to answer, steely gaze flicking all about the carriage's cabin before she looked to the vampire again. "How much is he really going to be able to help us, if he decides to do so? I mean, we're banking on his<i>whim, </i>not any hard evidence. He doesn't sound like the most gracious of people." She recalled his words to her outside the club and how his laugh had chilled her to the bone. No,<i>gracious </i>was something Adrian Blackwell was not, nor had ever been. "And his territory... have many humans come out this way and made it back alive?" She hated to think about everything negative, but pessimism had gotten through her job just as much as optimism, and now was a good a time as any to worry about her safety. "It's not that I doubt your strength, but some of his people might not care that you... marked me." The word came out slowly, as if she still really couldn't believe she had let Lydia bite her, much less that she had<i>enjoyed </i>it.