Morgan breathed a sigh of relief. A different answer would've been pretty damned inconvenient, that's for sure. That went for [i]both[/i] questions, by the way; there was no way in hell she'd be willing to give up the spaciousness of her nice, comfortable bed that easily. She barely got enough sleep as it was. She scratched at an itch on the back of her head. Something in her fey mind told her that she'd be getting a lot less of it for an indeterminate amount of time. 

[i]'It could be worse,'[/i] Morgan reassured herself as she stepped around the lethargic young lady and pulled open the office door. With a quick hand gesture, she indicated that Kayla leave first so she could lock everything up. 
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Apart from impassive gestures, she'd been mostly silent as she led Kayla outside the office and then over to the side of the building where the door to the apartment itself was. The two bedroom apartment above the office looked like an anachronistic mess. The decor was a peculiar mix of utility furniture, colonial-style woodwork, and retro 50's aesthetic. One might suppose that such a design choice would be an eyesore.  Perhaps it would've looked better if it was a bit more organized, but since it was effectively a melting pot with minimum effort put into furniture placement, that was not an incorrect assessment. It was clean and well-kept, though. 

"Make yourself at home, I guess," Morgan said as she stripped herself of her coat and threw it on the rack next to the door, revealing the pajamas she'd thrown it over. She pointed to a short hallway with one door at the end, two the right, and one to the left. "Centermost is mine. Left is Greenie's," she explained, "He's the one who actually owns everything. Bathroom is the first on the right." She paused. "...Don't touch the computer. I'll start setting up stuff." And by that, she meant she would go into the closet, and flick her hand down to cause the wind to drop down a rolled up sleeping bag. It was late and she was tired; as magical as she was, she wasn't going to put in the extra effort to set up a futon when there was a perfectly good bag a few steps closer. With it under her hand, she walked to her room. 

As for the design of the room itself, it didn't look as sporadic as the rest of the apartment. It was mostly wooden utility furniture, with slight flourishes from a time long past dotted about here and there, like the art deco clock and the old movie posters. The technology choice was equally peculiar; while there was a fairly recent laptop model on the desk, there was also a hybrid DVD and VCR player beneath a boxy television and an antennaed radio sitting on the shelf. Morgan unrolled the bag out on the floor. "Anyway, I expect you to stay for the time being," Morgan yawned, "We've got cable don't worry. If you need anything else, I can stop by the store tomorrow." 

"Now if you'll excuse me," she said, picking the laptop off her desk and carrying it to her bed, "I've an essay to write." [@Arista]