Connor felt the hand at his side ball into a fist, a tense feeling filled the atmosphere for him as he bit down hard on his tongue to resist the aggressive impulse that flooded his body, the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth as he grimaced behind his neutral facade.

"Oh, I'll break a lot more than that if you call me Connie again." He slipped, giving a short, sardonic smile while they shook hands.

The fact that Chris already knew his name mean't he would of heard it from the other side of the room when he told Lucille, feeding him more information on the scope of his abilities, making him more cautious. Connor chuckled at the suggested group name by Lucille before shaking his head at the idea of them having a group name in the first place. The whole idea was mad, the fact there were others like him was mad, how these people could handle it so calmly was mad. [i]Am I the only sane one here?[/i] He thought dejectedly, frowning to himself in the corner as he watched the others. [i] I've just got to bear with it I guess.[/i]