One of Shay's eyes, the one under the snake-tattooed brow, shifted focus minutely, likely not enough to be noticed unless Morgana had been watching it directly. She was flipping through eyescreen pictures, a memory bank, of sorts, sorting out if she had met the other woman before. This took a matter of seconds and she shook her head, "I don't think so. Not really, anyway, I've seen you at the library before." The library was another place that was good to hide out from storms.
She smiled then, her usual broad movie-star smile, "And a lot of people say I look like Megan Fox." She shrugged, "I get people asking for autographs sometimes." And she never turned them down, it made her feel more at home, not that people at home asked for her autograph, but they understood the importance of being Pretty.