[Anne is definitely way more abrasive than her father ever was. But it's what she says in spite of everything that he's done that reflects that part of Frank on her. She believed in him when no one else did; when everyone thought he was just another cop killer. Back there, that's what he is to the world -- and she's the only one who knows.

[Maybe that's why he feels this way about her. Murphy might be concerned to think about what else it could be...]

Thanks, I... [He pauses, not sure how to finish that thought. He keeps his hand where it's at as she's pressed her head into it. It feels nice and he's worried about that feeling again. He's actually able to look her in the eye for longer than a few seconds, and decides to forget about it altogether. Because, it's progress.] ...Good that things can be... different now. Not normal, but. Different.

[Yeah, that's totally what he was trying to say. Except he's really not sure how else to phrase it. A Wizard of Words, Murphy is not. He only further proves this:]

Guess it is. [Don't mind that awkward smile of his.] I'm just glad that I can even use my real name here, y'know?

[Considering his situation after he'd left Silent Hill, it's obvious that he wouldn't have been introducing himself honestly to every person he'd hitched a ride with back there. As far as their world is concerned, Murphy Pendleton is an escaped convict who murdered a corrections officer. Here, he doesn't have to hide as much.]