Hot blond. Hot blond in his dream who wasn't Abby. That was new. Connor was torn between being amused and being scared the girl was going to get trampled. Stupid hero complex.
In Isabel's defense, not many people would've though of anyone dreaming about dinosaurs. Save maybe a ten year-old boy. But it was, at the end of the day, how Connor made a living. And he'd been studying paleontology long before joining the ARC so really, was it much a surprise?
The hot blond knew his name. Well, he supposed she would. He'd already decided he was dreaming, that was obvious. London was never this empty. Even when they attempted to evacuate an area, there were always stragglers or at least people from his team. And currently, he was very much alone. Alone with the hot blond. And an apatosaurus. Awkward.
"Yep," he confirmed, studying her for a minute before turning his attention back to a creature several million years out of its time. With his luck, the damn thing would start talking, just to make this even more weird. Oh, he was so sleeping till noon the next day.