Morgan felt a twinge in her chest as Guybrush faced down the guard at her back, but she didn't have time to indulge it. The door really was locked (with Guybrush doing the checking, a double-check couldn't hurt), so she immediately got to work hammering the lock with several sharp kicks. A flicker of light made her glance back once before she quickly turned back to her work. Luckily, Guybrush was keeping the brat talking.
And one thing she said was interesting. You may not come back. "Seriously?" Morgan turned around again just long enough to stare at the girl with an expression halfway between a gape and a grin. "That's the best news I've heard since I got here." Energized by the thought, she landed one last vicious kick on the lock and broke it. The strain of bearing all her weight on the injured leg sent her stumbling forward into the door, but the door swung open, and Morgan barreled through into the night air.
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And one thing she said was interesting. You may not come back. "Seriously?" Morgan turned around again just long enough to stare at the girl with an expression halfway between a gape and a grin. "That's the best news I've heard since I got here." Energized by the thought, she landed one last vicious kick on the lock and broke it. The strain of bearing all her weight on the injured leg sent her stumbling forward into the door, but the door swung open, and Morgan barreled through into the night air.
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