Murphy smiled nervously, letting the backpack drop off his shoulders so he could get to the rope. At her question, he shrugged, looking down. Smile slipping into a frown. Frustration obvious as he pulled the stupid rope out.

"Connor's better with it," he said to explain his suddenly sullen mood. "My brother. I'm not sure how well I can do with it. But maybe, if we could find something to tie it to, we could try and throw it over? Make a grappling hook or something?" At that, he bit his lower lip and looked up at her. Seeking her approval since, as far as he was concerned, she was the one most experienced with their current situation.