Morgan yawned as he stepped into the kitchen, intent upon two things after he'd settled himself in, and only those two things: food and sleep.  The latter would be easy, considering he'd managed a small, out of the way room at the end of one hall.  He liked small rooms, so cozy and convenient lacking in space for things to build up.  He still recalled the apartment back in his hometown that he'd plan to return to after this whole deal was taken care of.<br/><br/>The moment he spotted a man holding a katana, his spirit materializing beside him, Morgan knew that there was a good probability he wasn't gonna get either anytime soon.<i>Curse my timing and noble nature.</i><br/><br/>Morgan hand slid down to his waist, where hung his spear in its collapsed form.  Tempest, as it was called, normally extended to just over six feet, but had a nifty mechanism within it that allowed it to slip down to well under half that, just enough so that it could hang comfortably in a strap on his waist.  While he didn't pull it off, Morgan still rested his hand on the weapon as he spoke to the other man.  "You wouldn't happen to be giving this little lady here a hard time, are you?"