Murphy wrestled with herself as Dinah spoke. Should she take it? Should she argue? Should she defend Harry, or empathize with her fellow woman? "I shouldn't have let him talk me into staying," she said finally, "I just...never thought I'd see him again, and I guess part of me wanted to make sure I never let him out of my sight again. To protect him. Harry's an idiot when it comes to women. Always has been. He's got a good heart, and good intentions, but you know what they say about intentions and the road to hell."
She sighed. It was almost like talking to herself in a mirror, right down to the pain she saw in Dinah's eyes. "He chose you, Dinah. I doubt it was his idea to put on the brakes, since he was pretty much oblivious all along, so if he hasn't contacted you, it's because he thinks you want to be left alone, and if you want him to get a clue, you're going to have to smack him upside the head with a road sign. Literally. So you can either sit and wait for him to come back while I go for my job interview; or you can take the easy route, leave those here, and sneak out before either of us get back. Your choice. Just make sure you're not burning any bridges you don't want to burn."