You ever get the feeling Morgan at this point is ludicrously spoiled and self-entitled to be able to whine like this on a regular basis to the creature who isn't just her "boss" but who can literary erase her from existence? =p
Maybe she's just reaching that point where she's Flanderized?
Jo: Don’t worry Morgan, the cook gets an apron so you can cover your chest/belly/etc.
Morgan: Ok, that isn’t that bad. Where is the rest of my uniform?
Jo: what rest?