Morgana - she had heard that name before. Her features did not change away from nonchalance. Indeed she leaned against a street lamp. "Katherine. It's Katherine, daughter of Loki. Not Morgana," she corrected him. She eyed the man. Tall. Blond. Knight written all over him. "And I live just around the corner which I why I do not look lost at all."
Fenrir snarled from behind her at the stranger. He was all but happy with the situation. Katherine spared him a glance and chuckled. "You see that sword? That's sharper than your teeth." Eyes shifted towards the man. "They won't hurt you but I will if you harm them." Truth be told, she wasn't sure about the first part but she damn well was certain about the second. "You can put away your blade."