Murdock's eyebrow raised as he looked at the Doctor; a new union was about to be formed, an union for garbage cans. Because as soon as someone refused to play into one of his insane ideas, it would all escalate. Without further ado, he carefully lifted the lid of the can, put the can into it, and then put the lid back on. "Eat well, muchacho. I will feed you all!"
"Please, just call me Murdock. What's in your pocket?" Murdock asked as he squinted at the hand inside the Doctor's pocket. Crazy he might be, but he still had a sense of danger that was uncanny. While he was all for humoring the occasional stranger or enemy, he was still constantly on guard, more so than his other team mates.
But eventually he did accept the hand offered to him, and swung himself upright.