It was the super hearing that would ping his presence. Of course he still had a pulse, and so long as he had that, Conner was going to hear him coming. Security wasn't what he would have expected. But again, it was Conner.
But it didn't look like Tim was here for a physical altercation. He'd snuck by all the other security, slipping in without being noticed, but he wasn't in that suit. He was dressed for business, all clean cut dark lines and tie. There was no hurry to his calm walk to one of the plush chairs, no hesitation to the legs folding, spine straightening, and the face, so neutral and bare of friendliness with eyes that bordered on icy looked to Conner and waited.
No word of greeting. Nothing. The man in his young thirties just watched him without blinking, hands lightly folded.