One by one, more voices came out of the darkness around him. Connor listened to each one, trying to figure out if he knew the owner. Some only sounded faintly familiar, but not enough to put a name to a face, or voice as the case was. He made his way towards the other voices, stumbling when the toe of his boot caught on a crack in the concrete. He swore softly as he caught his balance, catching the end of the question about injuries. His shoulder hurt like a bitch and there was the spot where he'd been hit hard enough to be knocked out, but he'd been in worse shape.
"I'm fine." So far, it looked like he was the only male in the group, but if a few of them had been grabbed, it was possible there were others in the room. "Think there might be someone else in here that hasn't woken up yet?" he asked. The place seemed big enough that it was possible to move around without tripping over an unconscious body. He stuck his hands in his pockets, looking for something that might be helpful. All he came up with was a free marker for a beer at one of the local bars. No hope of bribing a guard off with that.
Playing host to some upper level demon? Fuck that. Nothing was going to be using his body except for him. "What have we got to fight back with if they do come around?"