It's a relief to see Raven here, though hardly any of that sentiment makes its way into Murphy's expression when he glances at her. He'd rather not let on how freaked out he is about this entire situation.

Anyway, the tumbler of whiskey he's cradling has done a pretty good job of loosening him up. He holds it up for her inspection. "They've got real whiskey here," he says. "Like ye olden days. Want a sip?"