(Head in a book, body in the hospital (almost))
Beasts reading is definitely against stereotypes. But in this case said beast is trying to improve herself and is a little, obsessive about it. She believed, somewhat correctly, that her stupidity kept getting her into trouble. So she figured best to fix that. As a result, if she is not going to run to someplace Morgan has instead started to walk while TRYING to read a brain training book. On this day, she is keeping pace with the crowd while her mind is entirely focused on one such book. As a result, she is quite surprised when she bumps into an arm preventing her from moving forward. She looks up from the book to see a tall man chuckling down at her, his arm blocking her progress. Realization dawns upon her when her senses tell her the crowd has stopped and that there are cars moving a few feet in front of her.
"Oh, heh heh. Um, thank you." She grins sheepishly at the man before going back to her book. He chuckles, saying something in a language she doesn't know before taking his arm back. Morgan stands there reading until people begin to bump past her. The crowd was moving. It took a few seconds for her to do the same and fall back into her previous groove. Back to keeping pace with the crowd and not paying attention to much aside from the confusing book that she barely understood.
When someone yanked her back hard by the color, she gave a loud yelp of surprise that was drowned out by the blaring of a taxi's horn. Looking around quickly, she'd almost walked right into moving traffic! Whoa. Maybe I shouldn't read and walk at the same time? That could have been...very bad. She was also being held a few inches off the ground too. Whoever held her walked several paces back from the curb before placing her on the ground. When she turned to see who it was, the she noticed several things: big guy, uniform, gun, badge. Heh heh, cop. Greaaaat. Why do I keep getting in trouble like this?
She gives the cop a nervous smile before waving hello, "Heh heh, hello officer. Uh, th-thank you for the save. I, uh, guess I wasn't, heh, paying much atten--"
"No you weren't miss. You nearly walked into moving traffic because you were reading a damn book. I don't think I can write you up for that. Are you under the influence of any substances at this time?"
The beast blinked in confusion. She didn't think she was, "Um, no."
"Have you suffered any injuries that would impair your cognative abilities?"
She wasn't sure what cognative meant but she wasn't hurt, "No."
"So, you were just so focused on the book that you almost walked into traffic? Oy." The cop sighed and shook his head. "Alright, I can't right you up but I can give you a written warning. Identification please."
If she hadn't been so confused, the beast would probably have been in a panic. Instead, she handed the cop her new ID. Taking it, he took out a note book and made a quick note on it before tearing it out. When he handed it and her ID back to her it was for some reason two sheets instead of one. The cop's glare made the beast quite nervous, "Don't read books while walking anymore miss. It seems to be too dangerous for you. I don't want to catch you doing that again, understood? If I do...there will be a problem."
"Y-yes sir. Don't w-want to cause any problems."
"Well...put that book in your bag then miss. Now."
Morgan nodded her head and complied with the order. The cop shook his head and walked away, mumbling something about "ticketing stupidity."
Needless to say, Morgan did stop reading whilst walking after that. She had manged to get herself in trouble again...with the cops now. It was only a warning with no record, but the little beast didn't know that.