As Morgan spoke, Lydia watched her and listened. She seemed to know a decent amount already. It was clear by her attention to detail that Morgan was dedicated to her work. Lydia couldn't fathom how anyone could find interest in slaving away to find answers on the behalf of dead strangers. Humans killed each other all the time, anyway - for greed, for pride, and out of anger. At least, whoever this vampire was, he received some kind of nourishment from it.<i>Why bother?</i>Lydia was tempted to ask, just out of her own sudden streak of curiosity, but she didn't want to stretch this out if it wasn't necessary.<br/><br/>After her explanation, the Enforcer surprised Lydia with the apology before she could respond. "Don't bother apologizing for him," she said, "I know he's not sorry, and it doesn't matter. His 'bias', as you put it, only puts<i>him</i>in danger." She paused for a moment. "And you, I suppose, if you're stuck with him." Lydia was quick to dismiss the apology as unnecessary pandering, but as she studied Morgan's face, the officer biting her lip and glancing away, she couldn't help but feel like it was genuine. Something about it was so...adorable. "That's too bad. You'd probably be better off doing your little investigation alone."<br/><br/>At that moment, a light went off in Lydia's head. Even if she wanted to eliminate her vampire problem before the Enforcers got to him, she couldn't. At least, not alone. It was unlikely that a vampire would be welcome in a human household to ask questions about their dead daughter. A human Enforcer, on the other hand, had that freedom, along with an entire database of knowledge at her fingertips. Lydia could use Morgan as an asset, and Morgan undoubtedly needed a window into the world of vampires.<br/><br/>"Anyway, about the girl: her name doesn't ring any bells, but her description raises suspicion." Save for the regulars, Lydia didn't know all of her patrons by name; it would be impossible, as there were many of them, and she usually had other business to do. Darcy, on the other hand, would be more likely to recognize the name. "Students are notoriously experimental, and it wouldn't surprise me if she came here on a whim. My bartender might recognize her. Once the bar closes, she stays behind for a while before she leaves." Lydia leaned forward and threaded her fingers together. Perhaps there was an opportunity to persuade Morgan to work with her, provided that the rest of the Enforcers stay out of it. The second part of that would take work to pull off, though. "You're welcome to stay and ask her yourself, if you wish. Alex - the girl from earlier - is here, too...but I'm sure she'll be resting for a bit longer. You're welcome to speak to her, too." Whether or not Darcy and Alex would talk to an Enforcer, it didn't matter if Lydia was there to explain.<br/><br/>The Coven closed its doors an hour before sunrise. Although the Night Quarter had special accommodations for vampires - namely, many of the building were arranged with retractable canopies or were situated to protect them from direct exposure to sunlight - the Coven closed before the sun even became an issue. "Stay, and I assure you, you'll find that the Coven isn't as scary as you might think," she offered, raising an eyebrow.