“Morgan,” Seria says, “Xander was just defending me–” “From what?” Morgan snaps, and they all fall silent. “What happened for you to need to be saved?” She laughs darkly as she meets each frozen stare. “What? From a little fall?” She scoffs. “Fuck, you’re precious. How is your two left feet her fault?” Her head whips back to Xander. “Is she so precious that you become a witless dickhead with no eyes or ears?”
