Morgause has been haunting the streets near Mordred & Gaheris' apartment for the last few weeks. She's kept quiet; disappearing, like she does, to wait.
She was sad for a little while, that's true. But it's settled, now, and it doesn't feel like sorrow anymore. And so, she sits in sidewalk cafés, smoking where she can get away with it, apparently unfazed by the New York summer heat. A quiet woman, dressed in shades of grey, that wild tangle of hair the most striking feature.
This is where she is, now. Sitting at the edge of a mostly-deserted seating area, watching people pass on the sidewalk.