Morgan nearly let out an audible sigh of relief, but she checked herself just before the sound left her lips. Vampires were known to be pushy -<i>most of them anyway </i>- so she could be grateful that Lydia was willing to drop the subject of drinking for now. At least at this rate, Morgan wouldn't have to have anything in the comfort of her own home. She could just drift off to sleep right when she got there... after she took the information back to headquarters. She didn't live particularly far from where she worked, but the walk would at least be enough to sober her, if she didn't shake it off while talking to Darcy. It seemed more important to be coherent while questioning someone, so she glanced down at her notebook and blinked to clear her vision.<br/><br/>The moment didn't last long as Lydia stood and spoke. Morgan didn't like the idea of walking anywhere, much less down a set of<i>stairs, </i>but she couldn't deny the vampire. Business relationship and all that, of course. She maintained a semblance of coherence as she nodded and followed Lydia's fluid motion. She tucked her notebook inside her vest, opting not to take her coat with her. The bright red of authority wasn't enough to sway any vampires, but it certainly was enough to give her away as a target once she left. The Coven was, if nothing else, an establishment that didn't cause trouble, so she didn't feel the need to bring it any trouble.<br/><br/>The Enforcer silently prayed to all the existing higher powers for guard railing, and she clutched the wood with a white-knuckled grip as she descended with Lydia. The vampire was far too smooth and sober, and a spark of jealousy tried to worm its way into Morgan's mind. She shook it off - which meant she shook her head and jarred her sobering brain further - and she kept quiet as they stepped out onto the main floor. Unlike Lydia, Morgan immediately noticed the eyes that fell upon her. Lydia had the commanding air of the vampiric club owner, but Morgan almost felt naked without her warm Enforcer coat. The ground was better to stare at rather than the vampires, who were all attractive in too many ways. Damn her and her drinking habits.<br/><br/>She managed to maneuver to a small table on her own that didn't look occupied. Nevertheless, she waited several seconds to see if someone would sit down before she slid into one of the chairs. She tugged her notebook from her vest, but rather than remove the pen, she simply flipped it open, scanning her notes. She couldn't take notes without the pen, so there was no reason to worry any of the vampires yet. It was there that she stayed small and quiet, hardly noticing Lydia as the female vampire sat. It only took a few more minutes before there was a new presence at the table, and Morgan almost regretted looking up at the bartender.<br/><br/>Short dresses weren't meant to leave much to the imagination, but Darcy's clothing seemed to be pushing even that limit. It was a deep red, much like the color of her eyes. Perhaps crimson was the most attractive color to vampires... which didn't help Morgan's case, considering her Enforcer coat. She was suddenly<i>very </i>glad she wasn't wearing it, since it only would have drawn more attention.<br/><br/>"My name is Morgan," she started, sounding more confident than she felt. "I just wanted to ask you some questions about a girl named Helena Petrini. Does her name sound familiar to you?"