At the moment, Dawn barely even heard Connor's words about the prison being like a circus, and only half heard what he said about her wanting more fire power. When he offered to give it to someone else, her head jerked up and she blinked at him, then stepped back and half hugged the flamethrower against her. "You said it was for me," she replied quickly, then eyed him for a moment as though she still half expected him to take it from her. Stepping to the wall, she rested it on the edge and sighed down it towards the woods, getting a feel for it. She knew better than to use it now, without a real target, not wanting to surprise anyone else or accidentally start a fire.
Finally, she lifted her head and took it down to set it carefully by the wall, and turned to Connor. She was smiling now, and it seemed, for the moment at least, she had forgiven him for whatever. "Thanks...I like it. A lot." For a moment, she considered doing something like shaking his hand or simply nodding, but on impulse she stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Lifting her arms, she quickly slipped them around him and hugged him in thanks, then just stood there for a moment, unwilling to let go immediately since she'd missed having a friend.