Morgan trailed along with Aline and Ingrid, for now remaining mercifully quiet. He was slightly chilled, his normally pale skin seeming to take on a rather cold tone as they moved about, waiting for the fire and rescue workers to try and save what they could of the studio. He stubbed out his most current cigarette and followed along with the two women.<br/><br/>"Aline, hate to ask this as I know you are busy, but has there been a head count, everyone did get out yes?"<br/><br/>He looked to the younger woman, hoping to hear that his normal group of vict...er, fellow artists were all ok.