No shock of recognition went through him, not even a glimmer of suspicion. Nimue had been locked away and forgotten, drowned by Nathan's want to please Jim and now by his own sorrow. He simply shook Morgan's head and cocked an eyebrow, only vaguely interested. "Need a new table?" He smirked slightly and turned back to his glass. "Sorry. Not doing much work right now. But I can recommend someone, if you need it right away."