Lying in wait above, Desdemona had listened to the mechanical whirring of gears malfunctioning after she'd attacked and retreated to the smoke-filled beams above only for it to be followed with an impact blast. Cocking her head to the side to listen at its fall and narrowing her eyes to see through the ribbons of smoke as they cleared, she saw a third figure - possibly the one who'd dealt the final blow considering how Lucy had been clutching her arm before standing. The two exchanged words, and soon Desdemona was being beckoned down. Blinking her eyes and lifting her head from the arm it had been resting on, she slithered through the beams with ease before hopping down directly between the two still standing. Rearing her head back, she huffed. Morgan never had to speak using her creation's voice, and she didn't think Desdemona had one. Outwardly, Desdemona stomped a foot as she looked to Jurano and then to Lucy before looking up to the opening in the window she'd entered through. Spreading her leathery wings, she lifted off and hovered for a moment before heading towards the window. 

Morgan's body was waiting where she'd left it, still staring without seeing as her hand resting on the notepad. Being inside of Desdemona's form always made her feel strange as she saw herself sitting lifelessly almost. Sometimes ... she was tempted to stay inside, not wanting to be a weak, lonely human girl again. This was one of these moments again - especially after the thrill of feeling those powerful claws tear through the biotic flesh. Bending down in the large reptilian form, Desdemona lifted Morgan and cradled her as she glided back down towards the warehouse. Tilting her head slightly for a moment, Morgan glimpsed at herself as they passed through the window together. She knew that if anything happened to her human body while her soul was outside of it, there was a chance she'd disappear completely once her hand left that drawing book.