[After the... summarily disturbing ordeal with a woman who is most certainly not one of his many "mothers," Murphy is left to wander the outside world. It's a shocking change from his previous surroundings, one that's difficult to acclimate to, but even in spite of his unrest, the gears in his mind still whir and tick. His only immediate thought is ditch the obnoxious prison jumpsuit.

The new clothes from -- his? bag hardly received a glance over before he pulled them on; anything is better than numbers printed across his back, but the problem still remains that the clothing is in his possession.

It seems his best option is a nearby sound, perhaps in which he can sink the jumpsuit and forget about it. His plan is delayed, however, by someone already in the water.

He hesitates at first to approach her, a voice in the back of his mind screaming that even apparent young girls could be a threat, but... when she holds herself and starts to cry, he assumes the worst for her sake and his instinct for self-preservation wears down. Carefully, he wades into the water just conspicuously enough to make some noise and announce his presence as he comes up behind her.]

Hey, uh... What's wrong? Are you hurt?