Murphy kept to her back, following and turning his head to look at everything they passed. Equally as worried, but not as jumpy. At her first startle, he set a hand to her back, between her shoulder blades. Silently let her know he was still there and she wasn't alone. That he was trusting her.

After a little bit of walking and jumping, his eyes set upon a broken window and the wood that had once lined it. He tapped her back like an impatient child wanting candy in the supermarket and pointed with the other, "Hey... hey! Think that would work against those dead fuckers?"