Morgan could have cursed herself for a suddenly loose tongue. There was no reason for her to constantly reassure the vampire woman that her and her kind would be safe. One vampire was more capable than ten, maybe twenty humans at any given time, so<i>they </i>certainly didn't need any protection. In fact, Morgan was sure that the humans would need more protection and surveillance more than even the youngest, weakest vampire might. Not that they could really risk increased patrols in the Night Quarter. The last thing she wanted to do was provoke the vampires, and too many Enforcers in a single area might be enough to set them off.<br/><br/>She was grateful when Lydia gave her affirmation, but that still left her with a full notebook and an empty glass. It had been a stupid question to ask; anyone who understood basic trading and commerce knew that Onyxport's land couldn't support the necessary fruits to make wine, so it had to be imported. Tengu were known for their ability to grow crops, which made Plumere a top exporter in all things agriculture. She had visited a few times, but the tengu didn't always show their faces to outsiders. As Lydia said, they were proud, but some just preferred to stay out of the circle of attention.<br/><br/>"No, I can't say that I have. I don't go out of Onyxport often." There she went again, spilling unnecessary information and weakening her integrity as an Enforcer. She could have slapped herself, but she simply tightened her grip on her notebook and set the glass on the desk. She resisted the urge to drum her fingers, realizing that she had drank far too fast. She hadn't eaten very much during the day, since her time had been spent researching the Petrini family as well as the vampires.<i>You've really done it this time, </i>she scolded herself, but she found some solace in focusing on Lydia's words. It gave her something to do so she didn't have to think about her mistake.<br/><br/>"Oh... uhm, thank you for the offer," she said. "I suppose I could find time... off the record." It seemed so scandalous to drink with someone she should have been questioning, never mind the fact that she was planning on coming back just to do it again in her off hours. Maybe the wine was a little<i>too </i>muddling.<br/><br/>"I should pace myself," she continued with a slight shake of her head. The room threatened to spin with the motion, and she blinked slowly to clear her vision. She looked down at the notebook, watching a few words swim before everything settled. "I don't really drink wine all that much, but I can appreciate the taste. I prefer something spiced, like whiskey." Wine was the closest thing to blood, she supposed, since she'd never seen a vampire drinking whiskey or rum. Wine was for the rich and whiskey was not, so in a way, she'd once again shown some sort of information that wasn't necessary.<br/><br/>Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come back, but she'd already accepted the invitation, and she couldn't really deny a vampire.<br/><br/>"I know we've already spoken to Alex about this, but did<i>you </i>see anything strange? Did you even see the killer? Even if it was just the direction he ran in, it might give us something to go on." Talking about work would sober her... she hoped.