"You thought about it," she murmured into the bottled water. Raven paused to take a sip and then another one and then another one before placing the bottle onto the ledge of the jacuzzi. Dryly, she chuckled, shaking her head. "It's not murder if I accidentally kill myself." She pointed out.
She's intrigued, perplexed, curious as to why Murphy cared enough to give her a bottle of water and company. "So." Raven shifted, pressing her shoulder blades into the jacuzzi. The pain in her leg was pushed into a box, as she always did with it. "Are you here to make sure I'm okay. Because I am."