She doesn't quite know what he's talking about with Veronica, but she can easily adapt what he's implying to something she's familiar with. Hadn't Murphy told her about his dad stealing medicine for his sick son? It was enough to tug at her heartstrings, but not enough to blind her to the raging pain slowly seeping her of her life John Murphy was responsible for.
"Greys are the badasses," she declares, and there's a slight smugness to it, tilting her chin up to accompany it. The greys have to be the badasses, if she's to be in their group.
"We're here for a reason, and it's not because Veronica likes to put … lipstick on or whatever." She waves her hand dismissively, wanting to sweep that particular into the dirt. She's wondering if pretending to know what he's talking about may help her assimilate into the comfortable shoes he wears, but she doesn't think it'll work. He'll always pick up on something, because she'll always let him catch her confusion.
"You and I both know what it's like to live in a world where someone's always got the upper hand. Maybe that's what the greys are." It's after a beat, and her voice is slightly softer when she says, "Survivors."
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"Greys are the badasses," she declares, and there's a slight smugness to it, tilting her chin up to accompany it. The greys have to be the badasses, if she's to be in their group.
"We're here for a reason, and it's not because Veronica likes to put … lipstick on or whatever." She waves her hand dismissively, wanting to sweep that particular into the dirt. She's wondering if pretending to know what he's talking about may help her assimilate into the comfortable shoes he wears, but she doesn't think it'll work. He'll always pick up on something, because she'll always let him catch her confusion.
"You and I both know what it's like to live in a world where someone's always got the upper hand. Maybe that's what the greys are." It's after a beat, and her voice is slightly softer when she says, "Survivors."