Morgan had started to stand, but she released the arms of the chair as Lydia told her to stay put. She almost opened her mouth to protest, since Lydia wasn't her mother, but she decided against it. The vampire had a point - it would do them no good to barge in on someone who had almost died. She let a careful breath out of her nose and nodded, opening her notebook up back up to a blank page. She pulled the cap off the pen, settling the inky tip on the page just as Lydia spoke again.<br/><br/><i>"...don't treat Alex's turning as a tragedy."</i><br/><br/>Many people would have considered it as such. Not that vampires were beneath them, but there wasn't enough information about the night-crawling species to<i>want </i>to be one. Perhaps the homeless in the slums or delusional idiots wanted to specifically become vampires, but any sane individual kept their distance. How were either of them supposed to know if Alex wanted to die or become immortal? Now they would never know, because Alex had been robbed of the choice the second the killer had released her and Lydia had found her. It didn't sound like the girl had taken badly to becoming a vampire, so perhaps she valued immortal life now that she had it.<br/><br/>"She's a vampire... so is she really breathing?" the Enforcer asked herself out loud. Thankfully, Lydia had already left the room, so Morgan's rhetorical - and likely insensitive - comment went unheard. She sighed, realizing that the pen had bled through the flimsy paper and stained the next two pages in the corner. She shook the pen, switching to the other corner to date the page. December had just begun, which meant a string of days with terrible rain and storms. It never snowed in Onyxport unless it became truly cold, but Morgan could only imagine those days. In Plumere, a city close to the mountains, it snowed much during the winter, and she could be thankful that she lived far,<i>far </i>from Plumere. She wasn't equipped to handle the cold. Just the thought made her shiver, but she kept the motion restricted to her fingers. She'd have to bring out her fur lined gloves in preparation when she got home and wear an extra shirt over her armor whenever she went out.<br/><br/>She knew she was distracting herself from the real task at hand, but as she heard the door open, she knew she couldn't avoid the questions any longer. She kept still, waiting for Alex to come into her field of view. She didn't want to frighten the girl or provoke her. Alex seemed calm, but if Morgan could bank on one thing about vampires, it was that they were quick on their feet. If Alex saw Morgan as a threat, she could overtake the Enforcer in an instant.<br/><br/>The second thing she noticed was that Alex was wearing very little. Only a bathrobe covered her torso, ending just above her knees. Morgan had always been slightly attracted to women, though never so much that she acted upon it. Still, now, she could admit that Alex was very pretty and had shapely, pale legs that could take her a mile a minute now that she was a supernatural creature of the night.<br/><br/>The Enforcer masked her staring by jotting Alex's name in her notebook, glancing at the lines she'd made. "My name is Morgan," she started, looking back up at the new vampire and giving her a small smile that quirked up more on the right side of her face. "I promise you that you aren't in any trouble with me or any other Enforcer. You just happen to be the only live victim of a potential serial killer. The other was Helena Petrini... do you know her?" she asked. "I know that the attack is fresh, but if you can remember anything at all, it'll help us. Even if you didn't see his face, if you saw a strange symbol or a weird feature... anything at all. One lead may be all we need to catch the thing that almost killed you."<i>Almost, </i>she emphasized silently, but she didn't bring up Alex's turning. It wouldn't do any good to remind the girl what she had just become. No sense in provoking a potentially<i>hungry </i>vampire.