Oh, that makes Murphy look concerned. Not the, not the no one left alive thing. Because god, after the apocalypse it's a miracle if anyone has anyone. And it sounds like the guy has a person that counts actually here. Bird in the hand worth two stones in the river, right? Close enough.

But it bothers him that the river has an effect on him.

He pulls off his hat and fiddles with the brim, squinting suspiciously out at it. Almost accusingly.

"If I were I'd send some cops some conspicuous messages and nail some people you hate, bring down that enemy list." He muses out loud, also considering what he'll be sending when he get closer.