Mab. That was someone that Murphy didn't like to hear the name of, only because she knew how Harry felt about her. And things, well, things were complicated and now they were here. Stuck. She wondered how much influence all those people that Harry was constantly tangled with had. Would they find him here at all? Chicago was a long ways away but that didn't mean anything really. So she watched as he drank some of his beer and started talking again. Fairy tale magic. It was different than what he was used to.
"And here I thought you'd give me some peace of mind," Murphy sighed with another swig of her beer, "So you don't really know what we're dealing with and we're here. Stuck. I suppose that means I should start looking for a job." And the only job she really knew how to do, well, she knew how to do others, but the only job she wanted to do was probably in law enforcement. Which meant heading down to the local police station and giving them some credentials.
She eyed the bag, "If you don't eat that, I'm going to, you know. That's the last Whopper either one of us are going to see for a long time. And don't think I won't take it from you if you sit on it too long." It wasn't like it was very warm to begin with anyway.