Morgan had been heading down to dinner; she'd brought a change of clothes with her to save a trip back to her room and had used the spa's locker room to shower and dress. It was simple but classy, black trousers and a purple blouse, dark grey heels and understated silver jewelry, her hair left down in large, soft curls. Hair that was now somewhat disarranged by the sudden and rather nerve-wracking descent and subsequent stop of the elevator. But Morgan hadn't spent a decade robbing and stealing to let adrenaline get the best of her. She'd fallen back against the corner of the elevator and braced herself on instinct, crouched low with her palms flat against each wall.
The dark didn't bother her at all, not as much as the drop had, and she'd been prepared to do whatever was necessary without sight, but the emergency lights came on just a moment later. "I'm fine," she said, straightening and brushing imaginary wrinkles out of her pants. "Are you two all right?" She passed an assessing gaze over both of them, recognizing her client from earlier in the day and the unfamiliar blonde.