<i>"I'm not scared of this place. I simply don't know enough about vampires to like or dislike them, and none of them have ever given me a reason to fear or trust them."</i><br/><br/>Morgan's rational explanation caught Lydia off guard. She had been half-teasing, about her being scared about the club, but Morgan let the humor pass without acknowledgement, favoring logic, instead. It was clear that Morgan meant business; she<i>had </i>gone there at such a late hour, after all. So, she was a woman of reason. Lydia realized it would take work to give Morgan a reason to like her, rather than dislike her, and to trust her, rather than fear her. She sighed quietly.<i>What a bother.</i><br/><br/>Upon Morgan's request to speak to Alex, Lydia stood. "Right." Talking to Alex worked for Lydia, too, since she was just as eager as the Enforcer to find out what she remembered. Hopefully, she remembered enough to actually be of use, because at this point, there were too many questions and not enough answers. "Wait here for a moment. I'll bring her in here. I don't think she'd appreciate both of us barging into her personal space."<br/><br/>With that, she stepped around her desk and began to walk out, but as passed by the chair where Morgan sat, she stopped and looked down at her. "You should consider something: don't treat Alex's turning as a tragedy. She's still breathing; she wouldn't be had I not changed her." Based on the way the two Enforcers had reacted earlier, she was sure that they viewed Alex as Lydia's victim, or as some sort of wild animal, but she didn't want her to be treated as such. Lydia felt a sort of possessive hold over the new vampire - she would make Alex<i>perfect, </i>as only a vampire could be.<br/><br/>She left Morgan in her office as she rounded the corner to Alex's room. "Alex? It's me," she said, tapping her knuckles against the door.<br/><br/>A muffled, "Come in," came from the other side, and Lydia showed herself inside. She found Alex sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed, dressed in a crimson bathrobe, tied tightly at her waist, her short hair still dripping wet and clinging to her neck. She looked up at Lydia, blinking her red eyes, and slicked her bangs back, away from her face. "What is it? Do you need me for something?"<br/><br/>"Hm," Lydia hummed, placing her hands on her hips as she stood in front of her. "Have you fed yet?"<br/><br/>Alex nodded. "Yeah, I did...I never thought I'd find myself drinking human blood from a wine bottle, though."<br/><br/>"I promise, it'll be less weird once you take it straight from the artery," she said, tapping the side of her neck. "I just couldn't risk you losing control. Trust me, it's not hard to." Lydia offered Alex her hand. "Anyway, I do need you. The vampire who attacked you - you're not his only target. We need to know what you remember."<br/><br/>"We?" she questioned, taking Lydia's hand and standing. "Who's 'we'?"<br/><br/>"There's an Enforcer here. She's...helpful."<br/><br/>Alex hesitated. "An Enforcer? She's not going to try to subdue me or something, right?"<br/><br/>"Subdue you? For what, existing? No." Lydia chuckled. "Besides, she's not carrying any weapons, and I'll be there. I want her to trust me," she added, "so please, don't be on edge. One nervous person muddies the entire atmosphere." Lydia nodded in the direction of the door and led Alex back into her office.<br/><br/>Alex took the liberty of occupying the other empty seat, one that was positioned against the wall, and Lydia walked back to her desk, this time leaning on the edge of it, rather than sitting behind it. "Well," she said, addressing the Enforcer and gesturing towards Alex, "there you have her. Ask away."