"We laid low for a couple of years," Connor explained, glancing over his shoulder at his brother. "Spent time in Ireland with Da until little Yakavetta called us out. Hired a man to kill a priest." Even after both men were dead, it still made him angry. The blood of a good man shed unnecessarily to send them a message. They had gotten exactly what they deserved. "Now they're both dead. Along with a good number of their associates." And people they cared about. But given the amount of information Murphy had already been subjected to, Connor stayed silent in that respect.
His next question was a little harder to answer. His shoulders rose in a lazy shrug as he paused on the landing. "I figure if we can suddenly appear in one place when we've been in another that the Apocalypse couldn't be too much more of a stretch." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm still havin' a hard time believin' it myself but aside from getting a little crazy, these people seem to be honest enough." He shook his head and started up the next flight.
"In a weird way, I suppose it makes sense, with the mission we've taken up," he added after a moment of silence.