It was probably in Simon's best interest not to fall asleep in the same room as the two inebriating Irishmen, but he would have to try pretty hard, with the way Murph started carrying on about the hit, the outfit they'd walked into the middle of. The words were in Russian, if only because Murphy wasn't sure just how much Simon was supposed to know about the setup.
"S'mob shit's getting outta control. Thought you said Bearclaw had a lid on it, then. Cradle-robbing enforcers fresh off the madness..." Then again, with Pietro having a handle on things, Murphy and Connor had less to do. Good in theory, boring in practice, so he really had no room to complain. But he still felt like he was playing by someone else's rules, a notion that didn't settle well with Murphy.