Morgan narrowed her eyes just a hint, but her gaze was lowered onto the paper for the time being. It wasn’t just about the (tempting) offer of whiskey. Lydia really should have put her two cents in when Alex was still here, but perhaps a collaborative story would have been worse. Not that she really thought that Alex would put herself at death’s door to cover something up, but it also wasn’t impossible. Then again, Lydia didn’t seem like that type of person, and Alex had been a simple bystander. Neither of them seemed capable of such dark treachery, but they were vampires.<br/><br/><i>Bad thinking,</i>she cursed herself. It was that exact kind of thinking that caused the social rift between humans and vampires in the first place. Humans thought vampires were evil, and vampires thought humans were weak and inept. It had been that way as long as anyone could remember, since no one had recorded instances of human and vampire alliances. Now, Morgan had the power to change that, even if it was just one vampire… or two, counting Alex.<br/><br/>Lydia began to recount her version of the story, but it wasn’t as extensive as Alex’s version. Still, her pen scratched on the paper, stopping hard as Lydia casually mentioned a second person. Her port contact, but another witness nonetheless… not to mention, he had taken off after the killer himself. She quickly wrote down “west” in her notebook before she looked up. There was more to know about Lydia’s mysterious partner, but Morgan saw her flip her hand and look at her. Red eyes met gray for a brief second, but Lydia only spoke further about Helena’s family and her bartender’s supposed knowledge. It was their best lead at the moment, but Morgan knew she needed to let the strong wine settle before she tried to walk anywhere. She’d have to remind herself several more times to eat before sleeping once she finally went home. Tomorrow was a day off, but that didn’t give her an excuse to get wasted in a vampire club. She still had to follow up on these new leads, so even if she didn’t have to wear her coat, her mind would still be on her job.<br/><br/>The question about herself almost shocked her. Wasn’t this supposed to be<i>her</i>investigation? She hadn’t taken Lydia up on her offer just to be asked personal questions. But she had to make nice if this was going to work. She couldn’t ruin this tentative relationship by being impersonal. She looked up, watching those red eyes scour her own in a way that was just a little intimidating. She was going to have to work on standing toe to toe with even the scariest of vampires soon.<br/><br/>The Enforcer was quiet for perhaps a tad too long before she said, “I was… bored. I wanted to know more than just what my academic life offered me.” She spun her pen in her hand, glancing away from Lydia’s gaze for a moment before she collected herself again. “It seemed useful to know how to fight and deal with danger, so I enrolled with the Enforcers when I was 19. Forged my history and was let in, even though I was too young.” It made her sound like a criminal, but it had been in the name of escaping her quiet home and finding new things to learn about the world. If she hadn’t, she was sure she wouldn’t be sitting here talking to the attractive vampire leader of an exclusive club.<br/><br/><i>No, not attractive. Bad thinking. </i>Silently, she blamed it on the wine and nothing else.