Morgan shot Abby a look that she shot guys at Mystique who kept trying to talk to her after she already deemed them not worthy. It was a warning stare, one that said back off of else. At that moment she wasn't threatening Abby with her eyes, but she was half wanting to scream at her. Here she was telling her the deep dark secret of secrets that her sister had and she was laughing it off.
"Watch it Abs, I'm not as forgiving as Mands. And I don't fucking kid about shit like this. If I was Mands you'd know, she walks different, talks different, carries herself different and she likes that brick of a boyfriend Damon when if I had my way I would have kicked him to the curb long ago. There are much better guys out there ones who I'm sure aren't inept in the bedroom. But whatever."
She tossed her hair over her shoulder, "I'm going to my job, my job, Morgan's job, not Mandy's job. How do you think Mandy affords half the stuff she has, working as an intern at the hospital doesn't pay that well. I work certain nights at Mystique as a dancer. I'm masked so no one knows it's me or...think it's Mandy. That would ruin everything. And trust me the police wouldn't have to find my body, I'm make it. I'm a black belt in judo also," Mandy stood up and made her way over to the other large couch in the living room and lifted it up with one hand and held it as if it was a tray of drinks, "I do have this nifty skill that pretty much makes it an unfair fight...well unfair against someone who might try to attack me." She put the sofa down again as she waited for Abby's response.