Morgan just sat there when he got up and went back upstairs, her elbows on her knees and her closed fists propping up her chin. When he returned, her eyes followed him as he stood by her with a damp cloth in his hand. Which probably meant she hadn't gotten all of the soot and ash off of herself the first time. Great, just great. She just watched him, wondering if he was just going to give her the thing or if he was going to be so bold as to do it himself. Morgan took the cloth when he handed it to her. That had been the right choice. As much as she wouldn't admit it, she was stubborn and independent. Just a part of her charm. She used the cloth to try and wipe off her face and some of the stray bits of ash and soot on her clothes.
She listened as Hunter spoke. "Yeah, that is a possibility. But, you're right, it would be strange that none of the people turning up here are Woodbane." Maybe it wasn't a witch causing the problem. It was worth the suggestion. "Could it be possible that it isn't a witch making it happen?" Not that she would know if that was plausible or not. She didn't know much about magic, after all.
Morgan tried harder not to flat out stare, averting her gaze for a few moments. The topic in question wasn't exactly a pleasant one. "Right..." she said, "it doesn't hurt to be on your guard." She really, really hoped it wasn't that. But her thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of the girl who seemed to be an employee. Anyone with half a brain could tell that she thought Hunter was cute and it probably wasn't too far out of a thought to guess that she'd been trying to get his attention for awhile. She ignored the curious looks the girl was giving her and just kept quiet. Hunter had at least remembered that she really liked diet Coke, so her input wasn't needed. Turning to him, she asked, "Is tea just a universal thing for English people?"
It was a question slightly out of curiosity and slightly because she wanted to lighten the mood. At least a little bit.