If not for the fact that Murphy was already familiar with LB's little... quirk, he might've taken her fit differently. Mocking, maybe. He knew that she wasn't.

He wiped his face with the back of his hand. As a result, he only wound up smearing the ink even worse, and just made it spread. Not that he could see that.

"I'm good. Got some spare clothes back in my room..." Which was a fucking godsend, in retrospect. He didn't have much, but it was better than having to force himself into another standard uniform.

He liked having variety. Freedom. Stupid as it might be.

"Thanks... for the offer, though." Not for puking on him, of course.