"How do you even know," Murphy shoots back. He brushes his shoulder against Frank's, trying to get him to stop breathing down his neck. "Personal space, you heard of it, right?"

His attention flits down to Rocket. "The opossum makes a good point." He jerks his thumb down in Rocket's general direction. "Pedicure?" His brows furrow, it's not a word he's actually heard before. "What the hell is that?"