Morgan nodded along to Noah's story; if she was to be committed to integrating herself further into the social fabric of Halo she had sworn to protect, she had to listen carefully to things like this. To learn how the Citadel ran outside of her own life, which had often been quietly pushed into a box of guard training and council work.
"You do important work." She said simply as they entered a door that would take them into a small room within the walls, large enough for a slit window and a bench, designed for watchmen taking breaks to sleep in: there weren't enough watchmen to justify it anymore, which was a sobering thought. "What do you do in Deepfrost, when it is too cold to venture out into the Tundras? Is there any way I could speak to the council to assist you?"
