Thread: Nobody Likes Doctors -- Z-Nation [sixlikesgore & Virginia Greene]

Are you armed? Immediately after the question broke the silence between the two, it forced a startled scoff to escape his lips. Only with my wit.. he grumbled back in response, unable to keep the slightly sarcastic response from flowing from his mouth. Compared to him, Shannon seemed relatively collected she'd done this before, obviously, and knew how to keep herself from gaining any unwanted attention. If only the anxiety clawing at Murphy's insides would take a hint. And then she was extending the gun towards him, handle pointed his direction. Instantly, it caused the man's brows to furrow with confusion, and as he looked at the offered weapon, he listened to Shannon's explanation carefully. Swallowing thickly afterwards, Murphy slowly gave his head a soft nod, reaching forward to accept the gun sullenly. It was a surprising display one that Murphy definitely hadn't been expecting to come by, especially so soon. But if they had really wanted her dead, they didn't have to save her - wasting so much energy just to kill her now wouldn't be logical. By the time Doc had come to relieve them, Murphy's opinion of the woman who'd been sitting beside him slightly fumbled. There was still a skepticism that he held strongly in regard towards the Scientist, but she was well on her way to melting the block of ice from around his heart. It wasn't every day etiquette that someone handed you their only gun, and trusted you not to shoot them with it. It counted for something, even if Murphy still didn't trust her as far as he could chuck her. As the women made their way up the stairs in search for spare clothes, Murphy's mind was coming to grasp with the terms that he'd probably be spending another night in the living room - given the fact that the group had two couples, he was automatically shoved off from the two major rooms with proper beds. Ten thousand wasn't much of a complainer, but a bit of Murphy assumed that the kid would most likely find a post in the overhang of the barn to call his for the night - and Cassandra? Keeping tabs on her was impossible. That left the living room as one of the only rooms that remained open for grabs, despite his 'dibs' call as soon as they entered the farmhouse. The leftover blankets draped over the back of the couch had seen better days, but Murphy started to shake out the dust anyways, knowing that a blanket was a blanket, no matter the state it was in. By the time he'd stretched the material back out over the couch in an attempt to start a makeshift bed, Shannon had returned from the upper level adorning new attire. The lack of lab coat was definitely appreciative to not see anymore, but Murphy's minds eye still envisioned the white material still clutched around her torso. The announcement that she was going to go on a search for bags was a little confusing, and Murphy let the words die off in the stale air of the living room for a few moments before actually contemplating them. Who knew what was left in this farmhouse - alcohol, medication, spare tools, it didn't matter exactly what the use was, it was the fact that this property had a lot to offer. If Murphy didn't take a look around, he'd never find an old farmer's stash of aged liquor, right? Pushing up from the couch, Murphy brushed his hands over the jacket still clinging to his torso, giving a bit of a nod in Shannon's direction. Alright. But I'm not doing this for bags. That's all you. When he felt that his point was made clear, he most definitely wasn't lifting a finger to help her , Murphy moved from around the coffee table and fell into step slightly beside, but a tad behind, Shannon's movements. Naturally, the kitchen was their first stop, being the closest room to the living room. For the state of what most kitchens had been left in, it was surprising not to be met with the same rotten smells that Murphy had grown accustomed to breathing in upon exploring abandoned properties. The musk was still there, in the air, but it wasn't conjoined with nearly as many foul smells as normal - a good sign, perhaps. If they came under any luck, there'd be some preservatives still good to consume. With that in mind, Murphy's attention shifted to the pantry, swinging open either door to get a good look inside. Most was packaging that would've expired years ago, or been exposed to contamination through bugs or other means. What kind of bags are you looking for? he questioned, closing the doors to the pantry. Shifting his attention back towards Shannon, the forty year old paused in his movements to get a better look at her in her new clothes. Blue was much better than white.. Forcing the thoughts from his mind, Murphy crossed the distance to start looking in the cupboards over the counter, going back to his original mission anything to help him relax, narcotic-wise. He'd be damned if there wasn't at least bottle of scotch stored somewhere.