The answer came in the form of Connor's fist launching into Murphy's arm. "The hell you talking about? I have no problems being social. Wouldn't even have to leave the building to do it." There were plenty of people around to speak to and that message board thing on top of it, even if it was a form of communication Connor was still getting used to. "Wallflower." He snorted.
Inside was a welcome relief to the chill outside. He stomped his boots inside to knock loose the clumps of snow. A sign on the wall ordered that everyone seated themselves so he headed over to a nearby table and dropped into one of the chairs. Small crowd but most of them seemed to be up at the bar, watching some sports game on the television.
Grabbing the small laminated menu from the stand in the middle of the table, he took a look at what the kitchen had to offer.