It was a good day, and Murphy was in a particularly good mood. And so his demeanor was rather friendly and he actually offered Norman something like a small smile as he walked just a bit closer to him, still five or so feet away, but less than a car's length now. However, the instant he saw that badge, his demeanor changed completely; his blood ran cold and his hands gave one fast, short tremor.

"Yeah," he replied to the question finally, his throat dry. "I am. Why?" his words were short, clipped, and it was all he could do to keep from backing away from this Agent Jayden. There were many reasons for nervousness on his part. His past, maybe a problem with the successful case against Sewell... the possibilities were endless and unpleasant. And then, of course, there was the fact that he'd beaten another inmate nearly to death in prison, something that had never really been investigated.

Shit.

If it was that, he resolved himself to simply make a run for it. But no, no he wouldn't and he knew it. He would simply deflate and confess to everything. He was so tired of running at this point that he never wanted to do it again. Not after those long months after Silent Hill. And so he simply watched Norman warily and wondered what he could possibly want.