Desperate times called for desperate measures, and the saying never seemed truer in that moment. The fact that they were relying on a vampire's emotional state was bad enough, but this vampire happened to be one Lydia had history with. Had this been another coven or even just a small, unassociated group of vampires, they could have treated this situation differently. For starters, she wouldn't have needed to be<i>bitten </i>or given a fake crest. The urge to itch the already closed wound made her fingers twitch, but she kept her hands folded in her lap after she realized she was fiddling with her sleeve for the fourth time. Lydia was right; something about the killer was troubling, but not just to Adrian. Morgan wouldn't be able to put her finger on it until after they caught him... if they ever caught him.<br/><br/>"Of course he will," she muttered. Adrian didn't seem like the type to make anything easy unless it benefitted him, but perhaps he would even play this serious situation like a game. It would probably be just to piss Lydia off, something he seemed fond of doing, if his reaction outside the club had anything to do with his personality. She poked her fingernail into her palm at the thought, trying to focus on the pain rather than her own mind running wild.<i>This is going to work. </i>She had to keep reminding herself of that, otherwise she'd lose faith in whatever flimsy plan they had.<br/><br/>She listened to the vampire's explanation of the territory and realized she was right...<i>again. </i>It was a stupid question, since she knew that humans were just too easy to prey on, especially in such dangerous areas. Most of them were drunk anyway, wandering into places on a bet or just to prove themselves, and they didn't come out. Whether that meant death or transformation was undetermined, and missing persons reports that included the words "Carpe Noctem" were put to the bottom of the pile.<br/><br/>Now that she was in business mode, the small carriage space didn't bother her as much, but she turned as the sudden rush of air whooshed through the open window. The second opening was welcoming, and it helped keep her head clear. However, Lydia's inquiry made her muscles stiffen. Commander Ironside would have rather died than send his Enforcers anywhere close to vampires, which made her case a truly rare exception.<br/><br/>"No, I can almost guarantee that we won't run into any Enforcers out here. The Commander doesn't know about this plan, and he... is not fond of vampires." Lydia probably didn't care about the opinion of some human, but Morgan was careful to tread lightly anyway. "He allowed me to work this case because Elias and I found the first body and then you were involved in the second attack. So was Elias but... well, you saw how he was. He's not mentally equipped to talk to vampires without his gun around. He's my partner, but it's better that he doesn't know, or he<i>definitely </i>would have followed us out here without the right protection like you gave me." She sighed, reaching up this time to scratch her neck just above the puncture wound.<br/><br/>"Most of the Enforcers either don't know anything about your kind or don't like them out of principle. It's complicated for some and prejudice for others. But I'm here to learn just as much as I am trying to catch this killer. The more we understand about vampires, the better we can handle the ones that aren't as sophisticated as you, like our killer."