That look he knew well. It was the one that showed up right before someone got hit, a fight broke out, and things got broken. Even though Connor believed in what they were doing, there were still things he missed. He hadn't been in a proper bar brawl since the one that had sent events into motion. The kind they walked away from with a black eye or a busted lip, not where the bar was riddled with bullets and bodies were on the floor.
"Of course. Going to have to pay for the bar tabs somehow." And with Doc in another place altogether, the occasional free drink wouldn't be happening either. Not until they found somewhere new to become regulars of at least. "One of them have to know if there's something around. There's enough of them."
As they exited the complex, Connor buttoned up his coat. "The day I ended up here, it was September. Then I'm standing in snow. Almost enough to make me a believer alone."