Slipping his shirt over his head, and on his body, Connor made to sit on the edge of the bed before scrubbing a hand over his face.
"Okay, well. You don't look armed. And I have the feeling if you were here to kill me, you would have brought a gun. Most people do." He said, standing up and get a better look at her. "What's your name? And really now, tell me how you got in here, and where my brother is. Because I have ways of getting people to talk." Connor lied. He was more or less just worried about Murphy, even if he could handle himself. The last time they were apart, Murphy almost got killed, and Connor would not have that again.