<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/8d18d37f0580cbb0fef3857cd4b2710e/tumblr_nge2oxr5yN1qjbi1bo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Morgan Chamberlain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218070.msg10721879#msg10721879)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Private Dining Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sparx.  Nadia.  Ethan.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>PolyVore (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=142741789)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Taking Stock<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Morgan had reached out to shake the hand of the man next to her when eyes caught the sight of the next person to grace them with their presence.<br/><br/>Almost instantly a devious smirk came across her lips, watching as Nadia was looking around, ready to take a seat, until she had spotted Morgan.  A free hand had reached out and padded the empty seat beside her to invite her over.  “Well well, look what the cat dragged in.” Morgan remarked upon seeing the sight of the familiar face.  It was a blessing to have, especially when she was beginning to wonder if she had made a mistake by coming there.<br/><br/>Eyes looked out around the table as the new arrival came into the room and made their entrance.  Her own drifted over to the man she had addressed as Ethan, the Hannibal Smith type seated at the far end of the table.  Nadia's question had hung in the air that was directed to him, and Morgan couldn't help but to feel a sense of curiosity about him.  He had been quiet so far, so very quiet, so very reserved.  It surprised her, to see the man who had called this thing together, it seemed, being so quiet and so withdrawn.  A part of her, the paranoid sense, couldn't help but to wonder if this were some sort of con or some sort of sting operation, wondering more and more with his silence if she made a mistake by coming there.