[ Noire jerks a little in surprise, not even noticing Morgan's entrance or general proximity until he speaks up. Considering she's only become more aware of someone sneaking up on her (or approaching normally) since her time at Haven, it may seem a bit strange.
Grouchy as she is, though, she still manages a faint smile for him, resting the arrow and the flint in her lap. ]
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Grouchy as she is, though, she still manages a faint smile for him, resting the arrow and the flint in her lap. ]
What is it, Morgan?