Oh, Connor wanted to believe he could pass for a hero. It was, after all, his childhood dream. He read his comic books and watched his movies and retreated into his world of fiction, all the while believing that he could, eventually, save the world the way the stars of his favorite things did. But that? That was Cutter's job. And Stephen's, too, when he'd been alive. And Action Man Becker. Connor was just the tech guy, the one who did the inventing and the building and all the computerty type things. Saving the world wasn't his thing.
"The team's got its heroes," he admitted, since that much was true. He'd give his life for Cutter, just the way Cutter had done for them. And he still would, defending his friend and the work they'd done. "And I guess, in general, the work we do is kind of impressive."
But this was Connor. Low self-esteem and very low on the social totem pole. Never would he admit to being among those heroes.
So it was easier to focus on her sort of apology. And her offer to keep his secret. "Well, yeah. I mean, it's supposed to be top secret. Here it doesn't matter as much, I guess. I just don't tell people because of how stupid it sounds. I chase dinosaurs for a living? Who's going to believe that?" Shrugging half-heartedly, he handed her one of the plates and motioned towards the couch. "It's not that big of a deal. You're not under lock and key or anything. I'm just not used to being able to say it out loud yet is all."