Morgan nodded at Lydia’s words, but she didn’t cow under that stern stare. She’d held her own against a worse look from the Commander, though Lydia’s red gaze was intimidating. It was that damn unnatural color, even if it suited her face well. Not that Morgan should have been studying the facial features of the female vampire, but, like Alex, the Enforcer saw herself looking at things she hadn’t noticed before. Lydia had a sharp jaw that matched her sharper tongue, and her face bore no flaws. Morgan could appreciate her height, since the average human was half a foot shorter than the vampire. She was strong too; Morgan had seen her lift Alex’s body like it had been nothing only hours ago. She knew burly, brawny men with fewer muscles than the vampire standing in front of her.<br/><br/><i>Focus. She’s cooperative and that’s all we need,</i>she had to remind herself, looking down at her notebook. She heard Lydia rummage around after talking, glancing up to find her looking at a small pocket watch. She was going to have to wait an entire hour before she could speak to the bartender, and while she could go home and wait, perhaps it wasn’t the smartest idea to walk around in the dark… alone. And she sure as hell wasn’t going to ask for a chaperone.<br/><br/>With a sigh, she turned to watch Alex walk away, noticing yet again the new vampire’s slender legs. She really needed a different robe, and Morgan needed to stop staring. She knew vampires had a knack for being seductive, but this just seemed ridiculous. Though, it wasn’t<i>entirely</i>their fault since she was the one staring.<br/><br/>Twisting back around, she saw Lydia moving two wine glasses to the table, along with a bottle of wine. She was saying how Morgan would stick out with her coat on, but that happened anywhere. People tended to notice law enforcement wherever they were, no matter what time of day it was. The Enforcer coats were designed with that in mind, hoping that people would be less bold about committing crime if they could see an Enforcer on patrol. Of course, it didn’t always work, but she liked to think that she kept at least one petty thief from robbing some innocent or holding up a store. While the color and style might work on humans, however, Morgan wasn’t so sure it would work on vampires. In fact, it might make her more of a target, even if she went to talk to the bartender only. It was enough to make her shrug off the coat for a time, revealing a black, long sleeved shirt. The leather armor functioned as a vest, though it wasn’t particularly fashionable. She loosened the buttons in the front as she sat back down in her chair, reaching for the glass of wine Lydia had poured. She wasn’t the biggest fan of the stuff, but it was better than nothing.<br/><br/>Lydia spoke again, but the new name didn’t ring any bells. Still, she set her notebook on her leg, balancing it carefully while she flipped a new page and scribbled the name. While his name didn’t catch her ears, his recent visit did. She paused, recalling the vampire who had tried to frighten her just outside the entrance. With the way Lydia described him –<i>“as honest as a snake”</i>– it could have only been the same man. She shuddered at the thought of having to talk to him again, but if he knew something, she – or perhaps they – would eventually have to question him. “I’ll look into it. I can’t guarantee what I’ll find, but I know that there’s information on all the large vampire groups.” She took a too large drink of the wine, trying to drown the thought of talking to more vampires that might not be as cordial as Lydia.<br/><br/>“Thank you… for the help, and the wine too,” she said, scratching down a few more notes. Lukann was certainly going to have his hands full. “I’m going to do everything I can to make sure this doesn’t turn into a city wide panic. We don’t know what’s driving our killer, and if it’s chaos he’s after, he’d get it if Onyxport turned into a fearful place.” The people in the city were comfortable with the way things were; change was not always welcome in such a place. Onyxport citizens tended to panic when something new came along, and if that something was dangerous, Morgan could only imagine the damage. “I don’t like the thought of keeping this between myself and the Commander,” and Elias, but she didn’t mention her partner, “but I have to make sure the vampires are safe too. Our killer could get bold and we don’t know what to expect.”<br/><br/>It was more than she planned to say, and she had long since stopped writing. Her steely eyes had wandered over her notes, but now, she seemed too interested in polishing off the wine in two more large gulps before she lowered the glass. “Where, uh… where does this wine come from? I’ve never had it.”