Still ignoring you, Gabriel, lalalalaaa. The woman comes back, tapping on the door and delivering the requested supplies to Murphy before fleeing again. The lines around Murphy's mouth and eyes tighten when she sees the beating he's taken, though most of her attention is fixed on the ugly, slow-bleeding gash on his side. The question is out before she realizes she's asking. "Who did this to you?"
Murphy winces. There's not a lot that could. "Never mind."
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Date: 2010-01-13 03:45 am (UTC)Murphy winces. There's not a lot that could. "Never mind."