Rather than smiling in return, Murphy simply nodded. He wasn't much of a smiler anymore, since what had happened. Everything that had happened. But the nod was a friendly one, one that spoke a little to the fact that he felt like at least for the moment, they were acting as comrades.

Murphy cast a dark glance up at the storm clouds above before getting into the car, climbing into the passenger seat and tossing his bag into the back before he buckled his seat belt. At Norman's question, he glanced in his direction momentarily. "No. Not really," he admitted. "After uh... well, fuck it, you tracked me down, I'm sure you know about what I've done. After prison, I didn't really have anything left. One of the guards helped me get my name cleared, and she's really the only person I've got. So I guess I just ended up here, where she lives." It's more personal information than Murphy would normally share voluntarily, but he felt awkward so he was running his mouth. Murphy had never exactly been the wizard of small talk.