Morrighan,
As she slowly lets her muscles relax, she realizes this nameless woman might not be much of a threat after all. Too often will Morrighan find her own mind restless and wandering, sometimes lost in her thoughts at night and causes her not to sleep. At the same time, she finds it easier to be a night owl. While it's usually quiet, one could still hear the bustling of the markets in the distance. It broke up the silence just enough to keep her at ease. She can't remember how she could possibly relax before she came to Novus. It seemed a lot harder without this background noise.
Still, how one could walk through life without a name is beyond her. At least call yourself something.
Morrighan found herself staring off into the crowds, so she turns back to look at the woman. It still partly feels like she's talking to a shadow and not a living being with how deeply black her coat is.
The next question gets a bit personal, so she doesn't answer right away. Part of her is annoyed there is something relatable to this conversation when originally she was supposed to be interrogating her.
"I always work alone," she replies with a shrug. It's easier that way. "But maybe that's it too." She grits her teeth. It's a confession, but not one that will reveal much detail. If that's what this woman was hoping for, she would be greatly disappointed.
If anything, Morrighan hates small talk or opening herself up to anyone. Already she feels a need to get back to work and distract herself from her restless, cluttered mind.
“Speaking.”
Still, how one could walk through life without a name is beyond her. At least call yourself something.
Morrighan found herself staring off into the crowds, so she turns back to look at the woman. It still partly feels like she's talking to a shadow and not a living being with how deeply black her coat is.
The next question gets a bit personal, so she doesn't answer right away. Part of her is annoyed there is something relatable to this conversation when originally she was supposed to be interrogating her.
"I always work alone," she replies with a shrug. It's easier that way. "But maybe that's it too." She grits her teeth. It's a confession, but not one that will reveal much detail. If that's what this woman was hoping for, she would be greatly disappointed.
If anything, Morrighan hates small talk or opening herself up to anyone. Already she feels a need to get back to work and distract herself from her restless, cluttered mind.
a little mayhem never hurt anyone
@Nameless <3 I think we could probably close this soon, if that works for you?
