Morgana didn't answer until she was completely out of the bush - which took a few tugs - and on her feet. She brushed herself down, spat out a few leaves, tossed her hair, and then inhaled and exhaled deeply.

There. Cool, calm and collected again. Nothing out of the ordinary here. Everything was fine.

"Welcome to Saint Canard," She finally said. "My current home... and this is how it probably looks right now in real life, in the dead of night. That's when I like it best."

Because that's when she was comitting crimes, not that he needed to know.