Joking or not, he did have a point. He'd been there a week already and he only felt slightly less lost than when he'd first arrived. He was a little less skeptical but what to do with the situation was still a point of consideration. "That was my thought. Too many different people here and others keep arriving, just like us. I think we've landed in the real deal."
At least that was what gut instinct was telling him. As insane as the situation had sounded, he'd seen or heard nothing so far to make him think otherwise. Part of him still expected to wake up and find that it was an elaborate dream or the result of a head injury he didn't know he had. The other part was convinced they were here for a reason, to help fight something bigger than mob bosses.
Connor hit him in the arm. "Of course I did. It's you that needs to be worried about when you're alone. Who knows what kind of trouble you'd manage?"