Connor grimaced but got up. This, He thought, was going to be just like the first day. What did he know about mimic now? 

Attack first. Talk later. It had worked before. Would he be expecting that? Connor didn't know. He headed into the room, frowning. He stood, feet apart, hands up ready in fists. 

Connors fighting knowledge hadn't been taken away-simply his abilty to use his suit, and to build stuff. His logical thinking abilities hadn't been touched. So he stared at Mimic, smiling slightly. As if he was completely at ease with the situation.