Welp, there she goes. It's understandable, given that more or less everyone here except Morgan is being an absolute shithead.
Morgan looks around for her abandoned drink, swallows the rest of it (her personal risk assessments would make the 'bad at math' bird cry), and grabs her jacket from the stand by the door. Then she's outside in the cooler air, appearing without preamble at Renee's shoulder.
She offers a hand to shake: not awkward, more just engulfed in endless terror and uncertainty and being businesslike to cope. And here's the million dollar introduction that she's stopped expecting anyone to recognise, or to admit to recognising:
"Morgan Yu."
It's not the married name she's apparently expected to go by here, but it's hard-earned one way or another, and she'll walk into space without a suit before she gives it up. Her voice is softer now that she's not trying to talk over any rubberneckers.
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Morgan looks around for her abandoned drink, swallows the rest of it (her personal risk assessments would make the 'bad at math' bird cry), and grabs her jacket from the stand by the door. Then she's outside in the cooler air, appearing without preamble at Renee's shoulder.
She offers a hand to shake: not awkward, more just engulfed in endless terror and uncertainty and being businesslike to cope. And here's the million dollar introduction that she's stopped expecting anyone to recognise, or to admit to recognising:
"Morgan Yu."
It's not the married name she's apparently expected to go by here, but it's hard-earned one way or another, and she'll walk into space without a suit before she gives it up. Her voice is softer now that she's not trying to talk over any rubberneckers.