Morgan was still taking time to add weapons to her own arsenal. Some easily tucked away out of sight -- smaller knives on the boots, a lock pick or two. She had a small single shot pistol that strapped to her thigh. For her pistols she checked for her cleaner weapons, turned them over, checked to see if they needed loading.
"If you want the truth of it, I'm not sure. The last time the Master got into a place off the ship that he could take over, I don't really remember it because I fell overboard. But I'll tell you this much," she belted a second pistol and grabbed a pair of gloves off her desk, "we've never not brought him back in the end."
Spam.
"If you want the truth of it, I'm not sure. The last time the Master got into a place off the ship that he could take over, I don't really remember it because I fell overboard. But I'll tell you this much," she belted a second pistol and grabbed a pair of gloves off her desk, "we've never not brought him back in the end."