Knife in hand, Connor felt better already. The revolver was still tucked into his belt, but he preferred keeping the six bullets for a real emergency. He did not constitute a music box leaving ghost an emergency. Not yet anyway.
He wasn't surprised to find himself not alone, but what did surprise him was the amount of energy the stranger was putting into searching the place. When he seemed to find what he was looking for, Connor glanced at the plate to assess the ingredients.
[Analyzing input data...]
[Materials: approximately 8 ounces cream cheese, 1/2 cup shredded sharp cheddar, 12 slices bacon wrapped around what appears to be seedless peppers of some kind in a simple breading. Colloquially referred to as 'jalapeño poppers. Likelihood of poison present given all known variables: 50%]
"I would not recommend consuming those..." Connor told him calmly.