The rain was coming down hard enough that Murphy wouldn't have been able to see that kind of trail without her pointing it out. Had the rain not been coming down, he probably would have recognized it as a path people used. It had been a long time since he'd been in Ireland and on the farms and sheep fields. The whole tracking a trail thing was something he'd have to re-learn.

But he met her smile with one of his own, "Hallelujah. Looks like God's smiling on us today. Maybe he'll see fit to guide us to some cigarettes sometime soon, too." Murphy crossed himself for good measure, casting his eyes upwards in genuine thanks to the good Lord above.

It felt like it'd been an hour since he last lit up and whoever had grabbed him and his weapons had also taken his smokes. He hadn't gone that long without one in the last fifteen years unless one counted the time he was sleeping.