Connor stirred the contents of the pot, completely unaware that his wallet was missing. It had started to bubble at least, that was something. A little dash of pepper, some garlic puree, some mixed herbs... that would do the job!
Well, she was a straight forward, to the point kind of girl. He liked that. "I've got faith that I'll get home" he replied. "Or at the very least, find my brother" he added. He paused and slowly, looked to the side when she placed the wallet down. "How in the hell did you manage that?" he asked, balancing the spoon over the pot and turning to face her. He was a little worried that she had found his guns... or taken something else. His hands instinctively went to the rosary beads around his neck, glad to find they were still there, the necklace mostly hidden under his t-shirt.