"Idiot." Terrance mutters as Morag walks away, stuffing the stakes into her jacket pocket. "I'm sure it's nice to meet you to, but I've got a job to do and I'm already going to get snapped at for having that little chat with Morag." She says, turning on her heels before stomping off towards the stairs.
"She's an acquired taste. You can't expect much more from someone with such stubborn genetics." Antonio says, running a hand through his dark curls. "It is nice to meet you though."
"Its better than something's she could have gotten." Acelline mutters, following Morag back to Horet's room with a curious little frown on her face.



















