If there was one thing the last decade had prepared him for, it was that Morgan expected neither politeness nor warmth to be a point in any conversation he held, so faced with Miles's abruptness he was less thrown than one might have expected. "The beginning is generally best? Unless you're dealing with prostitutes with too many limbs, and then it's best not to start at all... hang on." He continued to search through his pockets until he pulled out, along with some dried-up bits of leaves that were scattered across the table as a light breeze tumbled them every which way, a sheaf of papers. A pencil was extracted from behind his ear before he glanced up again.
"I'll probably be asking you a few personal questions, and you can answer or not, as you like," he said briskly. "But I'll have a much easier time understanding if you do, and I don't mean any offense -- all right? So, let's see. Just how long have you been here?"