"Valentine's got those mines that can turn the gens into time bombs," David added in favor of addressing the idea of him being menaced by a tiny girl in a mask. Though if it were up to him, he would gladly out up with her over the various other young girls on the other side. At least Susie didn't smell like wet death or go invisible.

Connor just grimaced at the confirmation of his only half serious questions, regarding the tea that had been handed over and sussing out that it had to be some kind of herbal remedy, especially given the reaction to it but grudging acceptance.

Connor's thumb flipped back and forth across the butt of his cigarette as he turned over the information that he was getting, and was gleaning from the way they behaved. They were at least willing to help each other to stay alive, so at the base level having support meant a higher possiblity of survival. The sharing of skills and willingness to get him up to speed rather than making him go it alone for the sake of 'field experience' meant he could adapt more quickly and easily. He could see this not being too terrible, actually.

You know, outside of the torture and murder.

"I hate this," he said decisively, in the way that someone subjects to a bad piece of news might say that they hated something.