'Wessex' was the simple answer, not one that told her much. The only thing that tipped Morgan off as to whether she would like this woman was the flash, momentary, of a fang in her mouth; she could not be sure if she'd seen it or not, but if she had...well. She already had plenty of pre-formed opinions of The Voice's followers, and it would be difficult for Wessex to overcome them.
Suspicion heavy on her features, she answered nonetheless, hoping it might intimidate. "I am Morgan Aristomache, Captain of the Citadel Guard." No point saying Deepfrost Shields to a foreigner who would not know what the team was. "I am sworn to protect the Citadel from any outside threats. Are you from the Hollowed Ground?" The implication, she hoped, was obvious enough: Don't be an outside threat.
