Alex accepted Morgan's sympathy, but shrugged. "It could've been worse," she said, more of an idle comment than anything. It was true, though; it could've been much worse. Alex had been through more than a few hardships, and while the recent attack certainly surpassed all others as the most<i>bizarre</i>experience she'd had, she wasn't quite sure she could classify it as the worst.<br/><br/>Lydia pursed her lips when Morgan said she didn't recognize the symbol. Truthfully, Lydia also knew someone who might've had a better idea of where such a symbol came from: Paris. The man had been everywhere - to Onyxport, to Plumere, to Archelm, to places much farther away. He was also much older than she was. She didn't know by how much, exactly, but she knew that he was old enough to have been born at a time when the cities were undivided. Vampires, werewolves, tengu, succubi, humans - at one point, they all existed together in a rather chaotic state, until they broke off into separate settlements, each with a different set of tensions between humans and creatures, due, for the most part, to the ability for those humans and creatures to coexist. If, at all, this symbol belonged to some secret clan, she wouldn't be surprised if Paris had heard of it before.<br/><br/><i>Then again, I have no clue where Paris is,</i>she thought, remembering the ominous note sitting inside her drawer. She wondered if it was even worth mentioning. Paris never liked having his private messages disclosed, and Lydia considered him far too valuable of an ally to betray his trust. At the same time, she wanted Morgan to trust her, and that might be set back if she found out about the note later. Lydia decided to keep quiet.<br/><br/>"It's no problem," Alex replied, nodding as Morgan thanked her. She couldn't help but smile back, amused once more at the thought of being called 'innocent' by an Enforcer. "I hope for everyone's sake that you do stop him." She stood after Morgan did, figuring that their encounter was finished, but was surprised at Morgan's question. She raised an eyebrow. "Recorded? Seriously? Am I going to be monitored as some sort of threat now?" Her questions were genuine, but there was the slightest hint of annoyance behind her voice. Alex sighed and shook her head. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. The only family I have is my cousin, but he's not exactly my favorite person to contact, if you catch my drift." Alex's cousin Oswald had always been well-off, but never willing to help when they needed him. In her eyes, he was a complete asshole, and she couldn't think of him without thinking of how much she wanted to tear him a new one. "My friends, on the other hand, I'll tell them myself. They'll probably find it amusing, honestly."<br/><br/>Lydia straightened up from her leaning position as well, interjecting at the end of their exchange. "Wait, Morgan...stay and speak with Darcy, with me. It'd be good to have her as an ally, in case anything suspicious happens." She was stalling. "If you must go, then go, but consider something: this killer is dangerous, and he doesn't seem like someone we can just chase down. It might be best if you - no,<i>we </i>- limit the number of people who know about him, in case he starts targeting them." Really, Lydia just didn't want the entire Enforcer team sniffing around - it'd only make things more difficult, not to mention tiresome.