He smiled, shaking his head as he unfolded to his feet, making sure the duffel full of weapons was fine where it was, figuring that it would be safer to leave it than to lug it around, and besides that, even without Connor's ten pounds of rope it was still damn heavy, "So no dents in the bar from people's heads whacking into it you mean." He nodded, "I'd say we could fix that up, but don't think we'd be able to talk our way out of a drunk and disorderly around here."
Murphy wasn't too worried about income, there was always something to be done that needed another pair of hands, another strong back or two, and they were no strangers to hard work, he made a mental note that they'd have to get some sort of paperwork, since they didn't belong here.