Looking over what Wessex was wearing, Morgan quickly pieced together that it seemed like the cold wasn't effecting her; the thought made her uncomfortable. Yet another part of humanity missing, an unnatural advantage. "...Mm. You do not feel the cold at all?" She asked, clearly not impressed by the fact.
It was true that they didn't need an enemy to be allies...Wessex stepped forward to leave and Morgan sighed, stepped forward and held up a hand to try and make her stop. She was acting foolishly, she knew - letting her own instinctive disgust get in the way of finding out more about a potential enemy...or friend, she supposed, even if the thought made her internally recoil.
"...I apologise. I am unused to the idea of people like you and it unnerves me, frankly." Looking up, Morgan met Wessex's eyes. "But I should be willing to learn more rather than turn away. Would you stay and tell me more?"
