Walking to the commissary is so familiar she does it almost without a thought. She's supposed to take care, she knows, after all of the attacks on Specials which day by day seemed to only increase in number, but she can't help but let her mind wander as she flips her PDC in her hand.
Her name stops her dead in her tracks and she turns to find Izzy, which brings out a genuine smile, there was something about the other woman that always lifted her spirits. She was as quick on her feet as she could be sharp with her tongue and was kind as well. A rare but much-appreciated combination. Even if Morgana still wasn't sure what to make of the half angel thing.
'That's what we're told,' she said flipping her PDC again so the little clock was visible before she gently nudged Izzy's shoulder with her own. 'Did you get much sleep?'
This place wasn't a good look on anyone, but something about Izzy seemed a little off, less smoothed over than usual. Maybe there was just something in the sleeping gas and it had made them all a bit goofy, it was hard to tell.
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Her name stops her dead in her tracks and she turns to find Izzy, which brings out a genuine smile, there was something about the other woman that always lifted her spirits. She was as quick on her feet as she could be sharp with her tongue and was kind as well. A rare but much-appreciated combination. Even if Morgana still wasn't sure what to make of the half angel thing.
'That's what we're told,' she said flipping her PDC again so the little clock was visible before she gently nudged Izzy's shoulder with her own. 'Did you get much sleep?'
This place wasn't a good look on anyone, but something about Izzy seemed a little off, less smoothed over than usual. Maybe there was just something in the sleeping gas and it had made them all a bit goofy, it was hard to tell.