Morgan looked up as the stilettos were heard approaching her. She glanced up wondering if the woman was a street walker at first and quickly wiped at her eyes. She didn't want anyone to see her as weak, to see her crying at the very least. She pushed her fingers through her silky black locks and looked around then back to the lady again.<br/><br/><strong> "I was only resting... and.. I couldn't put you out like that. I.. I don't have much but I do have a little money to pay for a room somewhere, if you can direct me or something."</strong><br/><br/>She thought the lady seemed nice enough even if her breath smelled like stink weed. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. The woman was watching her car as she spoke to Morgan and she realized it wasn't a safe place, and that the woman was taking a risk stopping to help. She nodded once before giving in thinking she could trust her at least to take her elsewhere. After all, what could this woman do to her? She didn't' seem the murdering/raping type.<br/><br/>The young female held her hand out to the stranger in an attempt to get help up and to show her trust in allowing to be led to the car. Morgan was too tired to care that she may have been asked to pay by other means.