[The cautionary call of his name is nearly familiar, for all that it's in their heads and not quite the tone Bellamy might have used before. It still prompts a thread of amusement in Murphy's head, all the response he gives as he keeps his attention on their cellmate.

Yan is not a small man. He's stocky, over-muscled, and walks like he's carrying a stack of rocks across his shoulders. But he's short, and Murphy's already seen that he prefers to block people in while they're sitting or laying down on their cots. Both of them standing has already put him on the back foot, a flicker of it in his face, but he recovers quickly enough.]

Just saying hello. Your friend didn't introduce himself.

[He's talking to Murphy, even as he's answering Bellamy's question, but Murphy can't help thinking that's probably for the best right now. Bellamy's not back to himself yet, and Murphy has no idea if he can get back to where he'll need to be to deal with guys like Yan.]

So you throw this little welcome parade for everyone. [Because he'd had the same, when he'd first got here. Yan hadn't seemed to like his reaction then, and he doesn't look like he appreciates it now.] You know, you're going to need to find better ways to pass the time, if you're in for as long as they're saying you are. Again.