Pleased to hear him agree Morgan smiled, her expression turning slightly questioning as he mentioned making it 'interesting'. When she was tagged, Deimos' hand coming to tap at her head, she almost couldn't believe it, wondered if he was suffering under the sicknesses' delusions; but a moment later decided it didn't matter. Some fun was what they all needed, and if this would bring them both a little joy, there was no reason not to.
She might have argued that his shift was cheating, but Morgan wasn't one for whining. Immediately she began to run again, feet pounding hard against cobbles as she dived through crowds and between buildings, down alleyways she knew to be shortcuts, to catch up with Deimos: It was likely an odd site, for many of Halo's citizens, the Warden running down the street, smile on her face, chasing a large dog.
Cutting through a tunnel between two buildings to catch Deimos' unaware, she managed to close up a lot of the gap between them that had built from his speed. While not entirely by his side yet, Morgan was making ground, almost able to reach out and touch the Hellhound.
