[ morna did not, in fact, just wake up. she looks at this young woman (not much younger than herself, really) and smiles a little sadly before shaking her head. ]

No. I've always been here. Since the beginning when everything fell down.

[ it's not a ploy for sympathy from a stranger: it's simply a baseline, a statement of fact. she sighs, running her fingers though her hair with her left hand and extending her right. ] I'm Morna. I take care of supplies around here. It's nice to meet you, but I'd much rather it be under better circumstances.