Connor lifted his backpack up to hold over them, though it was shielding more of Murphy than himself. Had to look after his brother, it wasn't a choice, it was instinct. By taking care of Murph, he was taking care of himself - they were two halves of a whole and if anything happened to him, Connor wouldn't be able to survive it.

"It was the same for me, woke up in a fucking sci-fi pod and no memory of who fucking put me there." He frowned at the hail starting to accumulate around them in the cold rain and nudged Murphy's shoulder. "Come on, we need to get out of this shit."