Murphy closes her eyes, the tiny quiver a smile on the edge of her lips. "I did not miss you, for the record."
She leads him through the lobby and down a hall lined with dressing rooms to one close to the end. There are a few staring faces, whispers, people lurking behind their doors and looking at the stranger. Murphy touches the shoulder of one of the nearest, who promptly tries to look like she wasn't staring at that guy Hawkes kept seeing her with. "Bandages, please. One of the first aid kits, plus needle and suture thread, just in case."
"Are you okay?"
The worry leaves a tiny warm spot glowing in Murphy's chest. She smiles. "I'm fine. Quickly, please."
She holds her door open. "If you need a chaperone, I can happily find one," she says dryly, turning her attention back to Gabriel.
The room itself is small but comfortable, the furniture all mismatched and battered, the linens equally patchworked. Nothing like home, even though its starting to feel like one in its own right.
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Date: 2010-01-13 02:56 am (UTC)She leads him through the lobby and down a hall lined with dressing rooms to one close to the end. There are a few staring faces, whispers, people lurking behind their doors and looking at the stranger. Murphy touches the shoulder of one of the nearest, who promptly tries to look like she wasn't staring at that guy Hawkes kept seeing her with. "Bandages, please. One of the first aid kits, plus needle and suture thread, just in case."
"Are you okay?"
The worry leaves a tiny warm spot glowing in Murphy's chest. She smiles. "I'm fine. Quickly, please."
She holds her door open. "If you need a chaperone, I can happily find one," she says dryly, turning her attention back to Gabriel.
The room itself is small but comfortable, the furniture all mismatched and battered, the linens equally patchworked. Nothing like home, even though its starting to feel like one in its own right.