[center][h3][color=68F075]Morgan Reine[/color][/h3][/center]

Morie glanced at the Asian boy as he beckoned her over--[i]man[/i], actually, now that she looked at him. He was quite short, but it was clear looking at his face that he was at least her age, if not older. 

She hesitated, not entirely certain about complying and adding herself to the group of complete strangers. Before she could make a decision, a voice answered her from the edge of the clearing. Morie wheeled around, ready for... [i]something[/i]. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the state the owner of the voice was in, alarms going off--as if they hadn't been already.

[b]"Clearly you are no longer."[/b]

Morie subtly pulled a face at the statement, unsure if it was supposed to be sarcastic. [color=68F075]"...Clearly,"[/color] she muttered, eyeing the woman up and down some more. Morie paused seeing her exposed feet. That wasn't okay.

The pale-blonde made a movement to reach into her gym bag... but realized it wasn't around her shoulder. Of course it wasn't. She had put it down just before she was taken here... to 'Astoria.' 

Frowning slightly, Morie glanced down at the sneakers on her own feet. The black-haired woman looked in far worse shape than she was. Morie could live without shoes for a bit. She paused before kicking them off though, seeing the short man reaching into a bag that he evidently [i]hadn't[/i] left behind, seeing him pull a pair of... shoes? It was footwear, at least, but not like any Morie had ever seen. Well, they would be better than nothing for sure. Morie smiled to herself as she watched the man placed them on the ground near the woman. It was a good first impression he was making on her--she definitely had respect for him now, considering he had evidently had a similar train of thought as she had.

Morie's gaze shifted to the tiny blonde. Lucy. The way she had introduced herself and asked for information from the black-haired woman was warm and polite. The girl seemed genuine, which was good.

Looking back to the black-haired woman's torn clothing, Morie gave a small sigh and slipped her arms out of her track jacket. Her heart skipped a beat for a moment as she realized she wasn't wearing her necklace--had she left it back at the gym? After the moment of intense anxiety, she remembered exactly where it was. Unzipping the right pocket of her jacket that she now held in her hands, she pulled out the leather necklace, a green stone fastened at the end. With another small sigh, this time of relief, she put it on, fingering the stone with one hand while she held out the jacket towards the woman.

[color=68F075]"If you want to cover up some more, you can borrow this,"[/color] Morie said. With her head, she motioned towards the shoes that the short man had just put down. [color=68F075]"You look like hell. Put those on, and then start talking."[/color] She glanced from the woman to the rest of the group. It seemed like none of them had a clue what was going on, so they'd likely appreciate answers sooner rather than later. The platinum-blonde paused for a moment as she looked at the group. [color=68F075]"Morie,"[/color] she said simply, with a slight thumb point to herself with the hand that was playing with her necklace to make it clear that that was her introduction.