[ Give him a second to process that. Murphy rubs at his nose, pacing a half-circle around the center of the room. If that's true — and he's pretty sure it is, somehow — then this really is a reset. He's got the upper hand. He can control the narrative. ]

Lexa's henchmen picked me up on the road and threw me in a dungeon. Just stupid bad luck. But you told them we were friends and they let me go. Thanks for that, by the way.

[ Just a little bending of the truth to avoid all the hard questions. That's not so bad, is it? ]