[Jane was about to say something about being jealous, but the last thing Murphy says catches someone else's attention. The outline of her body blurs for a second and clears, a little different. She had been slumping, tired, and without changing position her posture seems to become more predatory. Hammerhead locks eyes with Murphy and steps forward, slow, her voice dropping to a hiss.]

Thought you lucked out and found some wilting little flower you could tuck into bed, huh?

Fuck you! I do not need some pimped-out Violet Beauregard asslick to fuckin' hold my hand!