"U-uh, yeah, I do." Black eyes blink rapidly as she scampers back over to her own seat. As eye catching as she is herself, she can't help but stare at him. He's like if Iron Man, if Iron Man weren't a raging alcoholic and had a lot more self-discipline. Megan can't decide if that's a good thing or not.

She takes a seat, eying his chair suspiciously. "Right then. Mister Murphy, why would you like to leave the Games?"