Carr had noticed that Molly never met his eyes; he just assumed it was part of her...eccentricities. He listened quietly as she explained more about Murphy, stubbing out his cigarette on the concrete beside his knee.
"She does sound like good people." Or at least loyal, which meant more to Carr and those like him. Didn't matter if pack was right or wrong; they were pack, and you stood by them against outsiders.
"How're you doing other than that?" He asked, softly. "Still worrying too much about what other people think of you?"