"Course I got my brother," Murphy mumbled, offended at the idea that he wouldn't. As if they could be apart for any real length of time. As if either of them could live without the other.

Shaking that thought away - Connor was alive. He'd know it if he wasn't. - Murphy slung the backpack with the rest of the supplies back over his shoulders and started unwinding the rope. The wall was decently high. He was guessing twenty or thirty feet. The tree she was looking at had a few branches high enough up that if they could get there, they could secure the rope there and then use it to climb down the wall on the other side.

After some consideration, he looped the rope across his chest and headed over to start climbing, "Keep an eye out, aye?"