-Morgan is going to try to not botch this, continuing from Morg's studio-<br/><br/><br/>Morg followed Ingrid and did not let her out of his sight, knowing full and well he would have to pay dearly to Aline, and Ingrid herself, if anything happened. He stayed right on her hip, following her down the switchback of metal that was the fire escape. He had traversed the heights before, it was a favorite way of avoiding Aline on her bad days. Which, when dealing with him, were far more often than the good ones.<br/><br/>He got to the ground with Ingrid and was about to say something when she embraced him. He thought about it for only a split second before he wrapped his arm about her waist and gave her a hug.<br/><br/>"We are out Ingrid, now," he perked up, the sounds of sirens off in the distance, but nearing"we need to get the hell out of the way. The pros are coming to work and I for one am not getting under foot." He started to walk Ingrid away from the building, looking for the others, not voicing his concern if they all made it. Silently he hoped no one would be lost.<br/>