By the time Connor popped out of the thrift shop, he had a pair of old trainers that fit okay as long as he wore an extra pair of socks, and it was better than running around town in his stocking feet. He'd also found a light jacket, denim and full of patches but at least it fit and would keep him warm if it got too cool. It was something, at least.
As he leaned against the wall, he watched. It was still relatively early, but it wasn't like the small town of kidnappees was ever exactly bustling. He just had to assume that Ilyana looked at least mostly similar to how she had before. Andy had always thought she was 'bangin', and with good reason. So when a basically gorgeous blond showed up, he perked up a bit, brushing his hair out of his eyes and wishing like hell he had one of his hats. Never mind that he was missing his almost-girlfriend and the one that might've been had they stayed there. An attractive girl was an attractive girl.
"Yana?" Of course, it occurred to him a breath later that Ilyana didn't remember him and therefore, probably didn't remember ever having a nickname in his presence. It also occurred to him he didn't really need to phrase it as a question. As 'adults', they hadn't necessarily been close, but he'd still recognize her. "Hi. You...don't remember me, I know. I'm Connor." He gave a shy little wave of one hand, then tucked it into the pocket of the jacket, grateful to have it just for that reason.