The pristine nature of OSG seems to be suddenly shattered as a certain scarred woman stepps into the lounge, being flanked by a couple of guards that watch her closely and carefully. Under her arm is a fairly descent sized package and she bears her usual emotionless gaze. Something could probably be unusual though, for those who aren't used to seeing Morganna in this environment, although she merits the occasional glance, the vast majority of the people in this room just regard her as though she were a piece of furniture as opposed to the malignant growth she seems to me most everywhere else.