Morgan's lips twisted into a slight scowl at Darcy's scoff, but she wasn't wearing her Enforcer coat. To this vampire woman, she was just a regular human who didn't have the right to be asking about some dead girl. She had taken Lydia's advice, but now it just seemed like the question might chase the bartender off. But Darcy didn't back away, even tossing a little joke Morgan's way. The Enforcer wouldn't be swayed though; Darcy's willingness to talk would keep her here as long as necessary.<br/><br/>And then that resolve wavered as Darcy mock-whispered to her about Lydia. Morgan certainly hadn't done anything untoward - certainly not with her attempting to push all those thoughts away - and she didn't think she had said anything bad. Lydia snapped at Darcy, sparing Morgan from having to answer herself. At Darcy's repeat, she gave a nod, but Lydia stepped in once again. For once, Morgan could be grateful for the vampire's interjections. It gave her time to focus on the conversation. Without the ability to take notes, she would have to remember any information Darcy could give them. Judging from the bartender's familiarity with the dead girl, it was a better lead than anyone could have expected.<br/><br/><i>In and out, adventurous... possibly left by herself or with a vampire. Not enough humans in a vampire club to get with my kind. </i>It didn't make sense by her standards, but the humans who went to vampire clubs were often different like that. Good wine, good music, good (attractive) company... A vampire club could be everything a regular club could not. Vampires had to keep up a good image unless they wanted to be shut down by the Enforcers, so there were far less cases of bar fights or attempted harassment by belligerent drunks in places like this. It didn't sound like Helena had enemies, so it was possible that it was an easy, random kill.<br/><br/>Which left them at square one... again.<br/><br/>Morgan bit back a heavy sigh, looking up at the mention of her name. Those red eyes were on her again, but her sobriety was dragging itself back to her mind, and she was able to stare back without cowing. "Thank you for your help. I don't like asking people questions while they're working, but as you can imagine, we don't this to become a panic." She closed the notebook and slipped it back into her vest, brushing a few strands of hair back against her neck. "Would it be possible for you to keep an eye on any other single, human girls that wander in here? If the killer is targeting people like Helena, he'll hang around the popular clubs." She couldn't be in here every day, and having an informant would prove invaluable if they could save the next potential victim.