When Cibo clearly wasn't moving to get dressed right away, Murphy was quick to turn his head, followed by putting his back to her entirely. Let no one accuse him of being a voyeur; not when he already made an effort not to be poking around whenever people were waking up after the jumps.

He argued with himself over whether he should leave or not, let Cibo be to her business. He didn't know how well she'd take to him leaving without saying a word, though, and his sentences were getting jumbled up in his head that he couldn't even think to speak for several moments.

That was when Cibo had taken the liberty to do so first. Murphy shifted his head a little, but still didn't turn to face her. To him, this wasn't what you'd call a casual conversation. He also didn't care much for being present in the showers, fully clothed, with someone who wasn't.

Murphy glanced towards the door, wondering what would've happened if someone had happened to walk in on this. God, he hoped not--

Right. She's also talking.

"Doesn't sound like a great place to be." There, fully strung-together things coming out of Murphy's mouth now. Well done, even if what he had to say was rather unnecessary. "If it were up to me, I wouldn't wanna go back, either."