[The thought of food makes Murphy feel sick, but she eats it anyway, watching him work in silence until the rations he handed her are polished off with a minimum of gagging.
If she had to be stuck here with someone, she could definitely have done worse.
The firelight makes the world around it black with shifting fits of gray as the flames lean one way or another. Murphy closes her eyes and curls in on herself, shaking, humming again to occupy her mind. She wouldn't be missed back home for another day at least; she had tomorrow - maybe today, now - off. And who would be looking for her here? Absolutely no one.
She manages a few shuddering words:] Who're you going to call?
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If she had to be stuck here with someone, she could definitely have done worse.
The firelight makes the world around it black with shifting fits of gray as the flames lean one way or another. Murphy closes her eyes and curls in on herself, shaking, humming again to occupy her mind. She wouldn't be missed back home for another day at least; she had tomorrow - maybe today, now - off. And who would be looking for her here? Absolutely no one.
She manages a few shuddering words:] Who're you going to call?