There's a mild demeanour that most of the time Morgana has learned to keep in public places. It doesn't pay to be too passionate when your true interests ran counter to that of the entity supposedly keeping an eye on every waking moment of your day, it didn't pay to be too much of anything aside from loyal and obedient in this place.

In spite of all this, the easy look painted on her face began to slip as she pieced together exactly what Izzy was trying to ask her before she forced back a smile.

'Yes,' it's a short answer because there are simply too many people around, and perhaps more importantly, she was sure the cameras actually worked in this sector. Morgana had many tutors since she arrived and truth be told she still didn't understand half as much of the tech as she felt she should but she did know one thing: those cameras were doom in a little box, should you have the misfortune to chat around one that actually worked.

God only knows enough people were going for specials of late without enraging their "friend" the computer. 'Were you going for breakfast, or would you like to stretch your legs a bit before? We have time for either, or both before the briefing.'

Either would work, it was safer in one of the smaller, nearby corridors where she knew the cameras had malfunctioned... someone had told her long ago and they had served her since, but the commissary was loud enough and busy enough that little seemed to escape there either. It took far too much restraint to keep from blurting out and asking her then and there what she had dreamed. Had it been Tony? Had she seen another special in her dreams? What was going on this time?

And more importantly, how had it happened?!