He actually felt the opposite of her. Connor had always been quiet. Lost in his thoughts and focused on his duty. Whatever duty came with whatever set of memories had been in control at the time. It wasn't until LA began to fall that he stepped up to be a real leader. Even then, he mostly barked orders and tried to make scared people listen to him instead of their fear. Eventually the virus and demons won and he ended up at the prison. Where he found himself talking more than he was comfortable with because he didn't want another LA.
She had been working out and he would be a liar if he said he hadn't been watching the way her body moved flawlessly through her routine. Dawn was tough. She was also fragile. Though he'd probably have to fight her to defend his face if he voiced that observation.
"How long are we going to be like this?" He asked, as he followed her. The coffee line had mostly been a joke, but he did intend to share it with her. They had been disconnected since he exploded on her in frustration. Maybe she was waiting for him to apologize. He sucked at apologizing when he didn't think he was entirely wrong. He had been frustrated and took it out on the person who got under his skin the easiest.
"You'll need to dress warmer if you want to come up. The snow isn't bad, but it's steady." He wasn't going to have her freeze on him. Still, she hadn't flat out rejected his offer so Connor took it for what it was. This weird vibe where they pushed each other, yet continued to come back for more.