Morgan sighed as he seated himself, even as his spirit materialized over his shoulder with an antogonizing glare.  "What?" he retorted, "it's obvious she can handle herself.  If they don't want my involvement, fine."  Propping his feet up, he settled back into the chair as he waited for whoever would survive the fight to come back in.<i>Hopefully, it'll be the both of them...or maybe just the chick.</i>"So," he said aloud, "Anybody know what that guys problem was?  He seemed kinda...weird.  And his spirit was a prick."<br/><br/>((OOC: BAH!  People, you're too fast.  I'm gonna have a helluva time keeping up. XD))