Morgan felt her face start to twist into a frown as Darcy scoffed, but the vampiric bartender eventually came through. Whether it was Lydia’s intimidating presence or Morgan’s minor authority as a human Enforcer, she couldn’t say, but Darcy’s cooperation was silently appreciated. The Enforcer watched Darcy stand and take her leave, but she was careful not to let her gaze linger as the vampire walked away.<i>Damned vampires.</i>She made a<i>very</i>clear mental note to refrain from alcohol the next time she was in the club, since she would more than likely be alone. Even after telling the Commander all this new information, she wasn’t sure what sort of support he would give her. Helping vampires was not the forte of any Enforcer, but she was going to change that, because the humans were victims. Who knew when the vampires would start becoming targets as well?<br/><br/>“So it seems,” she agreed, glancing down at her notebook. Her notes were meager, but they would have to be enough for now. With three vampires now being tentative allies, Morgan could hope to gain new information on their killer. Perhaps it would take time, but it was better than having nothing. She was content to wait a few days and sort her notes and figure out where their killer to strike next.<br/><br/>That plan was immediately ruined upon Lydia’s next words. The vampire even scooted her chair closer, something that would have thrown drunk Morgan off her game. Luckily, the current Morgan was a little more sober, but it didn’t help all that much. The Enforcer could almost smell the subtle twinge of flowery soap floating off the vampire... or perhaps it was her own soap and she was still drunk.<br/><br/>Morgan blinked a few times at her notebook before she shook her head slightly. "No, but I do know that taking on a vampire killer won't end well for me or any human that might get involved. While I don't doubt your strength, we don't know what he's capable of." She was careful to keep her voice low, as a few of the vampires milling about had drifted closer to their table. She turned her body toward Lydia, propping her head up on her elbow. It wasn't a very professional position, but she wasn't on the job. Gray eyes watched red, almost as if Morgan was searching for the answer on Lydia's face. "I may need some kind of backup from another Enforcer, but we won't come wearing our coats," she added. "Even if we can't keep a very close eye, wearing regular clothing will help keep the tension low."<br/><br/>No one liked wandering Enforcers, and keeping everyone at ease was of the utmost importance, even if it would leave her mostly weaponless. Your bodyguards outside can help too, no? They're strong and beefy enough to keep anyone they wanted out of this place." Talking was once again sobering, and Morgan found that she could sit up straight and take her chin out from her hand and tuck her notebook away. "Either way, the Commander has to be informed as soon as possible, and then we can come up with a better plan."