Connor shrugged off the attempted pat on the back, not exactly feeling like the amiable teammate, regulating his breathing to relieve the tension he felt.

"Team senses, why the fuck not.." He scoffed to himself, the stress of being thrown in here with these people, and those damned nightmares from the night before had him on edge. He found himself thinking clearer as the tension ebbed away, the others in the room were still scattered, perhaps he had a chance to group with others less likely to agitate him. [i] Better the devil you know, than the one you don't.[/i] He gave an apologetic nod to Lester, after the remark about his behavior, heaving a sigh as he let his back fall against the wall.

"So, the walking Marvel cliche here has enhanced senses, what can you two do?" He asked, dismissively waving a hand at Chris before crossing his arms over his chest, awaiting their replies. Hoping to learn something of interest and otherwise asking to just pass the time until the guards told them to move out.