It wasn't Isabel herself he had a problem with. Not exactly. He didn't trust her because he didn't understand. Connor was a firm believer in plenty of conspiracy theories. He just didn't understand why someone he'd never actually met would show up in his dreams. And, in this place especially, it could have meant anything. Parts of his memory being erased or her being part of the operatives that had worked against them back in London...anything could happen. Connor had learned over the last few years to trust his instincts. Yes, sometimes they still worked against him. Most of the time, though, he was right to have faith.
As Isabel explained herself, his eyebrows lifted. He didn't write her off as being crazy, nor did he simply push it aside as some weird part of his dream. He was a man who worked with rips in time, he didn't write off much as crazy any longer.
His first reaction was to ask her flat out what was so special about her. Why would anyone bother with a trap for her? She had to be something pretty important if she couldn't even live in peace. But she should get some points for honesty, at the very least. For a moment, he remained silent, and then he glanced up at her, tilting his head slightly to see her from under the brim of his hat. "Why didn't you just tell me that to begin with?" he asked simply. "Why let me go around thinking...I don't know, anything else?"
On the outside, he was trying to maintain his cool. Which was even more difficult in a dream state than it was when he was awake. Stupid subconscious. Inside, he was torn between being furious with her for keeping something like that from him and being ecstatic at meeting someone with the ability to do just that.