Waterlogged? A long stare into Murphy's eyes in hopes of an answer. Her face scrunched with a small pout; Eyes reddened and watered up when she just couldn't understand. He hadn't been the simplest of her acquaintances to get, but he was easier to understand than most. Another silent moment followed while her eyes fell from him.

Confusion had become quite the frustrating emotion to deal with on top of everything else. Why couldn't she just understand these people? Everything was too foreign for her to grasp. She never misunderstood Killy mainly because he never had anything to say. Because they were both from The City and didn't need to say anything for the most part.

The tears streamed noticeably after the water had run off of her face. Hands trembled as she reached for her scarred shoulder; the other rest across her stomach and on her hip, covering just a few of the small plugs that were scattered around her body. There was a soft cringe in her eyes as her own hand burned like fire against the scar, yet soothed it in some other way.