Morgan was glad he seemed to understand, and that she didn't entirely make a mess of trying to explain the holiday to him. She knew he would have more questions later, and that was completely okay. The girl ould try to answer them all, and if she couldn't? They could research and discover the answers together. When he looked down at his feet, she stepped closer to cup his cheek and tilt her head down to meet his eyes. "Of course we will," she replied softly. "I wouldn't dream of letting this Christmas pass by without being with you."
Morgan gave Markus a nod of his own. "I understand." Of course, she understood. There wasn't a single molecule in her body that ever wanted to leave Goodland, and at times she felt the guilt creep up on her, because of the family she had back home. She tried to hold onto what Sam said when she first arrived, that the theory was that no one back home realized they were gone. It was that theory that she kept replaying in her head whenever her old friend guilt came to play. "I would very much like for you to introduce us, it would mean a lot to me to know him more."
"Well, that's very good, because I don't intend on ever letting go," she mused with another squeeze of her arms. This city was absolutely beautiful. The new mixed in with the old was quite a thing to behold. "It is. That a completely different world. It's a little breathtaking." Slipping off of Moriarty, she discarded her helmet and shook her hair out around her shoulders, before taking in the view of the square. "Definitely more modern."
Waiting for him to get settled, she tilted her head curiously. "My turn to ask a question," she said with a smile and held out her hand for him to take it. "What were holidays like in your Detroit? Did humans celebrate anything?"