"I'm not fighting. I'm not doing anything at all. Just hiding." And putting everyone at risk by even existing, but she kept that part to herself. As long as she was there, there was still a chance that Glory could find out and storm the prison, tracking her down and bleeding her dry to go home...and thus creating hell on Earth, as if they weren't already there. Biting back a sigh, she chose not to continue the argument. Connor wasn't the only one who was tired of it, but he seemed to almost want it with how often he stayed around her, egging her on with comments like that when Dawn just wanted to stay away from everyone.
At the compliment, she couldn't help the faint tingle of warmth in her stomach, the slight softening of her eyes, but she ignored both and instead walked in silence with him out to the tower. As he checked his guns and ammo, Dawn turned away and did the same, then settled in to lean against the wall, gazing outward as the wind tugged at her hair. When he spoke, she blinked out of her own thoughts and turned to him, curiosity - and a faint hint of suspicion - in her eyes as she studied Connor for a minute, then finally replied.