Morgana stepped into the motel nervously somewhat at the back of the group walking in. They were immediately greeted by a boy that looked about as young as she was. She was bundled in a pulled up hoodie and sweatpants that obscured pretty much any details about her except for her face and how short she was. If one could see her hands hiding in her sleeves they would be covered in cheap, plastic looking rings, bracelets of similar quality lined her arms, and more of the same were stored in the dull gray backpack she had on, making [i]chinking[/i] noises from time to time. Rather than say anything Morgana decided to let somebody else answer the boy's obvious question. Her arms were wrapped around a thick notebook and she immediately retreated to the nearest wall, finding the solid presence at her back comforting. At least there weren't that many people here. Coming here alone had been stressful enough. Every-time she'd seen someone even look at her for more than a few seconds her heart-rate shot up and she mentally recited the protections she had in place to comfort herself.