Lydia set eyes on Morgan quickly and slipped into an open chair and shifted it around the table, closer to Morgan, leaving the empty seat for Darcy on the opposite side, so she'd be facing them. Morgan's eyes were busy drowning in her notes, rereading them for what seemed like the thousandth time over the past hour or so. She sighed quietly and decided not to bother, then began drumming her fingers on the table as she glanced over to the bar in expectation, waiting for Darcy to secure a replacement.<br/><br/>If she were being honest with herself, Lydia was just as curious as Morgan was to hear what Darcy had to say. If Helena turned out to be one of her visitors, then that made two Coven patrons that had been attacked, and she'd be damned if she'd let that slide as coincidence. Of course, according to Adrian, the killer had been at it for a while, and that was nowhere near her side of the city, but two incidents on Coven territory was more than enough.<br/><br/>"So what, exactly, is it that requires my expertise?'<br/><br/>Lydia's attentions returned to the present as Darcy approached, slid her chair back, and sat. She'd pulled her hair out of her ponytail, and it hung freely, falling well past her shoulders and down the front of her chest. She pushed it back, over her shoulders, out of the way, and eyed the human curiously, lingering on the notebook in her hand, but before Darcy could say anything, she had already begun her introduction. Darcy gave a little nod as Morgan said her name, but turned to Lydia, a puzzled eyebrow raised, as she mentioned Helena's name.<i>Helena Petrini</i>. For a second, Darcy bit the inside of her cheek. If they were questioning her for the reason she suspected...she'd have to talk to certain people about carelessness later.<br/><br/>"Right. Now you've lost me," she said, speaking to Lydia. "Are you pulling my leg, Lydia?"<br/><br/>"No. She's an Enforcer." Lydia gestured in Morgan's direction with a nod.<br/><br/><i>Shit.</i>Darcy blinked back false surprise and looked at Morgan again. What the hell was Lydia up to, this time, bringing an Enforcer into the nightclub to ask questions? That was troublesome, indeed, and seemingly uncharacteristic of her.<i>At least she left her uniform wherever she came from. </i>Darcy made a mental note to bother Lydia about it later, but now, she was being asked a question, and obviously, both Lydia and the Enforcer were expecting her to answer. "Ahh, I see. Wouldn't have thought twice without the uniform. It's not everyday that I see an officer 'after-hours'." She hated that she was being confronted, but she maintained her playful bartender persona for them. It'd do her no good to protest.<br/><br/>"I'd introduce myself as 'Darcy the Bartender', but I suspect Lydia's already explained that to you." Darcy lowered her voice and leaned in, giving her attention to Morgan now. "Remind me to ask you later what you did to make her talk-,"<br/><br/>"<i>Darcy</i>," Lydia said, nudging her to stay on task.<br/><br/>She waved a hand. "Yeah, yeah, I know." Darcy sighed, then pursed her lips before speaking. "Helena Petrini, you said? Young, dark hair, college student? Yeah, she's stopped by the bar a handful of times. What about her?"<br/><br/>Lydia spoke up again. "She's dead. She was attacked and killed by a vampire, and her body was left in an alley, too close to here for comfort."<br/><br/>"Shame. She was a lovely girl. Quiet, but adventurous, seemed like."<br/><br/>"Did she ever leave with anyone?"<br/><br/>She shook her head. "You know how newcomers are. They take a while to ease into it. She'd stay for a few drinks, chat, and then head off." After brushing back a lock of hair that fell forward when she leaned, she added, "I'm sure you'll get used to it, too, officer, ah-"<i>what was it she said her name was, again?</i>"-Morgan."