At her harsh-sounding laugh, Murphy simply shrugs, tossing her a crooked grin. “Well, maybe. Guinea pigs they turned into predators,” he jokes. They’re not really predacious beings, and he personally doesn’t see them — superhumans, meaning — as any higher on the food chain than anyone else; but at the very least, it definitely feels like they’re a step above prey. “Well, I mean, I do kind of fly around a little bit every now and then; the place is big enough for it. But Division Z hallways definitely can’t beat Paris — which, for the record, I think was a brilliant idea.” He casts her another smile, at that — but if he realised, truthfully, the thoughts that had been passing through her head a moment ago, he’d most likely abandon all sense of propriety and formality in place of giving her a hug. Not that Selene seems much like the person to appreciate spontaneous hugs from near-strangers — but the thought that she’d worry about being thrown out, discarded as though she’s worth so much less than she actually is, would upset Murphy beyond belief. Though she doesn’t reveal this degree of information, her next words has him worrying regardless. In spite of her initial denial, she eventually mentions thefear. Murphy is familiar with it — the first few months after the injection, his wings had felt little more than dead weight. The semi-hollowed bones that came with them, too, immediately imposed upon him a modicum of grace, forcing him to adapt to his more fragile physical form. Nowadays, he knows just the right way to knock someone out without fracturing his arm, but back then? It was a learning process he’d almost given up on. He turns away from the punching bag, attention fully focused upon Selene when he answers her. “It’s okay to be scared,” he reminds, wearing a smile that’s both sad and reassuring. “I know a little of what that’s like — the anger. It’s hard to accept that, even for just this little while, you’re suddenly not in control of yourself anymore, I figure. But I promise you it’ll get better — and once you’ve gotten it down? You’re going to feel like a fucking boss.” He grins, casting a glance around the room. There aren’t many lingering about, and he decides, with a mischievous glint, to offer, “Hey, how would you feel if we did a little exercise? It’s… a little more suited for the wholewing issue I’ve got going on, but it might help you, too. Want to give it a go?” He asks before he explains, hoping she’ll accept.
she shrugs, her eyes looking down on the hard floor of the training room. "I didn't mean to though, that's the problem." selene had her first day engraved in her mind. she had been injected with the serum and was put under observation. there were many things that could hijack the serums process in selenes case — her temper, her thoughts, her actions. basically she was told to sit like a dog and not move. at all. the order didn't make the girl too happy and her surroundings were quickly changed to the bright lights and roaming streets of Paris. at first she was amused, it was hilarious that she pulled one up on the CIA without meaning to but and she also thought this meant she had the teleporting thing down. once she really thought about it though she realized she didn't even think about Paris, she just ended up there. there were days where she didn't control the teleportation, it controlled her. selenes head snapped up to stare at murphy, she tried to read him, to see if the words coming out of his mouth were sincere. what would he know about anger ?? he seemed perfect. he seemed calm, in control. "waiting on the day i do get it down." she revealed. at the beginning of this training session she was angry, blood boiling at even the thought of having to go through another day not in control but after this talk with murphy she was calm, her heart resting and her mind soothed. her eyebrows raised and she tilted her head, nodding at his invitation. "i guess i'm down for an exercise, what are we talking though??"
