He couldn't. Like hell he couldn't. Being told he couldn't do something usually led to Connor MacManus doing it, usually with the assistance of his brother and a fair amount of damage left in their wake. He was nothing if not stubborn and he wasn't about to let someone tell him he couldn't get home.
Except that firm statement died when she started to explain why he couldn't get back. He'd heard some crazy stories in his time, especially hanging out with Rocco. But this one had left them all in the dust. Connor stood up, taking a few steps back from the bench as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"You're telling me that I'm here because there's a battle going on between Heaven and Hell and they're recruiting by bringing people through a seal?" Taking up the calling to eliminate evil so that good could flourish in the world was something that Connor had never questioned but this, this he was having a hard time stomaching. And why the fuck was this big battle in Kansas? Was Heaven or Hell the Wizard of Oz fan?
He fell silent as he tried to process the information he'd just been given. So she hadn't mistaken him for someone who was homeless, but someone who had just arrived by portal. Supposedly. And this complex place was housing these people who showed up with no place to go. He was torn between believing her and letting stubbornness do the talking and trying to get home.
"I can appreciate bluntness." His hands dropped to his pockets, searching them for money, some sort of ID, anything. Nothing. Maybe this complex would be worth the look. Sighing, he crossed his arms over his chest, goosebumps rising on his arms as the wind picked up. "I'm Connor."