Lydia didn't keep her out in the sunlit space for long, which was only bad because Morgan didn't have time to completely wipe the sweat from her palms. She hated feeling anxious, but it kept creeping up on her like a bad dream, always hovering in the back of her mind. There were so many ways their plan could backfire, and their best outcome was to work with a cunning, overconfident, and selfish vampire who didn't care about humans. Then again, cockiness and a general distaste for humans seemed to run in the blood of every vampire, Lydia included. Working with an Enforcer had to be a step down from her usual dealings, but this was for the good of Onyxport. There wasn't any time to be picky about race.<br/><br/>As the door opened, Morgan found herself glancing over Lydia's simple attire before she stepped inside. She hadn't been expecting anything frilly or fancy... not that Lydia was that type of vampire. Even the dress from their club meeting had been sleek and exposed<i>just </i>enough skin to be eye-catching. Morgan had found herself thinking about it long after the sun had come up and she was buried in paperwork. It had been a pleasantly distracting thought... until she<i>really </i>thought about it and slapped papers over her head to stop her naughty mind.<br/><br/>"Hi," she answered, steely eyes wandering around Lydia's apartment. The decor was simple and dark, which was good enough for her. It didn't have to draw attention, and it meant that there were no valuables stored within the walls. It was clear that this place was just a front, or she would have thought there might have been human heads staked outside to keep away intruders.<br/><br/>...Perhaps that was a little<i>too </i>morbid, but it was obvious that Lydia didn't intend to have a lot of visitors at this place. It was out of the way, even for vampire territory, and it made for a perfect hideout. Morgan had to give Lydia credit for it all. If she had the kind of money the vampire did, she would have considered two places too, just so she could drink in peace.<br/><br/>She sat down in one of the chairs, looking up as Lydia spoke. She had forgotten about the crest; the thought of the bite had consumed her more than she cared to admit. She suppressed a scoff as Lydia called this<i>"the hard part," </i>but she couldn't blame her for trying to diffuse the awkwardness of their future situation. Morgan glanced down at her arm before grasping the hem of her sleeve, rolling the fabric back carefully so she didn't leave too many creases. She rolled it all the way to the bend of her elbow, her skin light with the last vestiges of the sun peeking through the blinds.<br/><br/>As Lydia spoke again, Morgan gave a small nod. "Yeah... me too, but I think it's a little late to turn back now. Even if I wasn't ready, I'd still be doing this." Being confident, however false it felt, was better than being scared. She had put trust in Lydia, and it was time to see if that trust was well placed, or if it was going to get her killed later.