[ Oh. Oh, shit, okay. It still feels a little dreamy, but he sits up and stretches (the ache doesn't leave him) straightaway. What the fuck kind of wake-up call is this? It's not bad, just--surreal. He splashes his face in the basin, finds his voice while he wipes himself of sweat and mess and mess. ]
[It isn't long, but somehow it's enough that Murphy's attention seems to have drifted. There's the sense of him being drawn back by the questions, but the answer itself (omitting one part) still comes quickly.]
(Tavern kitchen. Come round the back. Door's open.)
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[ Oh. Oh, shit, okay. It still feels a little dreamy, but he sits up and stretches (the ache doesn't leave him) straightaway. What the fuck kind of wake-up call is this? It's not bad, just--surreal. He splashes his face in the basin, finds his voice while he wipes himself of sweat and mess and mess. ]
Hey.
How long have you been up? Where are you?
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( Tavern kitchen. Come round the back. Door's open. )