Following along behind their self-appointed leader, Morgan kept quiet as she concentrated on breathing effectively while sprinting. Smoking probably didn't help nor did her stubborn refusal to participate in drills during gym. After being tormented in middle school ended thanks to her lovely creations, she had no reason to run anymore until this moment. 

Through her soft panting, she heard Lucy's prickly remarks to Jurano - and people'd thought [i]she[/i] was defensive. Really, Morgan's style led towards apathy unless directly challenged - and she'd gladly pass on her somehow assigned hostile image if Lucy wanted it. Still, she followed in silence as the approached the very ordinary dark house and slowed to a stop. 

Looking up at it as she approached behind Lucy, Morgan thought it was entirely forgettable due to its average appearance. She kicked her feet against the door sweep before crossing the threshold. Glancing over her shoulder, attempting to keep her tiredness from showing, she said in her low voice, "Here that, Loudmouth - shut it."

The double meaning to her words came out sounding dry, without her usual sting implied. [i]Damn ... I'm so drained ... [/i] Flopping down against the foot of the couch at Lucy's offer, directly onto the floor, Morgan leaned heavily against it and ran her hand through her hair with a sigh. She watched Lucy depart through her heavy locks from under her arm before turning her attention to the obvious wall coverings.

Letting her hand fall to the ground and her head fall against the seat of the couch, she peered down her nose at the organized chaos. "Someone has a hobby ... "She muttered, feigning disinterest as her eyes lingered on the splash of color on canvas. 

Lucy's words at her reappearance got enough of Morgan's attention to make her roll her head to face the girl as she claimed the artist and the loudmouth as her troops. She'd not watched her come in and sort her things, although she had heard her. Instead, her eyes had been tracing the rainbowic stream of color until the girl had spoken.

Sitting up lazily, Morgan propped her elbows on her bent knees and her chin on those supported fists before she raised one hand's fingers away from her cheek, "Morgan Reid."