Morgan had the presence of mind to catch her breath outside before entering the Blue Note. The raccoon was dressed street casual: brown sneakers, brown cargo khakis, black tank top, her beat up leather jacket, and her favorite backpack. In deference to the heat, her jacket was unzipped and would probably be put aside soon. The lights of the Blue Note would occasionally catch upon a metal object the Twilit Page was wearing over her tank top. A recently aquired pendant that had come with a second she'd hoped to relieve herself of shortly.
That was, if she could find the Winter Courtier she was looking for. Morgan would think that Green would be fairly easy to spot, given his size. Then again, Winters were supposed to be good at hiding right?
The fact that the Twilit Page had rarely visited the Blue Note meant she didn't know any of the good hiding spots. So the raccoon simply wondered around the the club. If the Mountain was missing, she could try asking the bartender maybe? She did do jobs for Harvey for an entire year so that could count as a positive for...something social, right?