"Hair dye? Nah. It was your color and yours alone. Though for the record? I like your natural color a lot too. Spike's hair seemed like it would be rough to touch, so it's interesting to see how soft yours is." That was Connor. Take a serious question and turn it into something silly, or vice versa depending on the situation. He ran his fingers through her now dark hair anyway, twirling the ends around his finger tips.
"I got a few more flamethrowers, yeah. You got first dibs. There was a couple other people who wanted to fight and this seemed like the best weapon just in case. Fred..." he paused, her name bringing back an array of memories. "Before Illyria took her body, Fred used one when the team would have to fight. She was fearless you know? You're like that. Even when you get scared, people can't tell because you push past it. You face things head on and you remain standing when the smoke clears."
God, he was babbling. Before he could dig himself in deeper, a sudden rush of snow blew down. He kept his grip on her tugging her inside at the same time, so his back took most of the blow. It was then he looked out the window of the tower and his eyes widened. "Um, Dawn? I don't think we're going anywhere any time soon."