Maybe she had a point. Nothing seemed to last too long in this place. Unfortunately, that nothing seemed to include death. Which he really kind of wanted to figure out. If he could get a hold of one of the corpses, maybe... One without too many personal ties, of course. Oh, that was just a disgusting thought. He should not have even been having it. He wouldn't blame Sam for telling him off, especially then. There those poor people had died and now Connor longed to poke and prod at them to see what made them move.
Still, he considered what she'd said. "What if they make more? I've no idea how many people have died in this place, I've only been here a few days. The day before I was kid-ified." Connor-ism, trademark it. "I keep hearing horror stories, but I haven't known anyone yet who... You know." Well, not here. Back home he had his share.