Connor was trying desperately to remember all the details people kept asking him for. Her brother's name brought up a spark of memory, but he couldn't remember why. "I remember you had one hell of a temper on you," he teased. "But I can't remember much else. No specifics. Oh! But you had a friend who had a pet dragon? Katie or Katya or something?" Or had that just been her younger self? Then again, he had the feeling little Yana had been much more talkative than adult Ilyana had.
For once, Connor was actually quiet as Ilyana showed him the boutique. It hadn't occurred to him until they reached the door that boutiques were typically known for their women's clothing. He might be desperate, but he was not going around dressing like a chick. The relief on his face had to have been obvious when she mentioned men's clothing towards the back. "Care to join me, my lady?" he asked, opening the door and tilting slightly in a mock little bow. His social life might be, but chivalry wasn't dead.
The store smelled old and musty and drudged up more memories for Connor. Well, they did say scent was the strongest link to memory. He remembered hunting for warm jumpers and socks and blankets. He remembered trying to find people, Tonks being propped up near the shop after one of those horrible experiments. Maybe this hadn't been the best idea, but Ilyana was right. He did need better, more sturdy clothes. Especially in this place.