Connor sighed and shook his head, "You've done enough" he said, sighing, "I know you can go out in the sun, so stop shaking those damn pills at me. I also know its uncomfortable to do so. Sorry for being considerate, I won't try in the future" He said, annoyed at the fact that what he considered gentlemanly and gallant was making her mad at him. 

he sighed, and turned away, starting to head out, because he knew he was in no mood to try and keep his temper in check, and he didn't want to say anything wrong to her. He headed out to the car, and started up. Elizabeth could do what she wanted. He started back to where he had hidden the werewolf, pulled the car over, and got out, going over. 

The body wasn't there. Connor groaned in annoyance, and threw the shovel aside, sinking down to the ground. He dropped his head into his hands, and cursed and yelled and generally broke down a bit. He pressed his hands against his eyes and sighed, rising. And then realised he had locked his keys in the car. Cursing his luck, he grabbed the shovel and smashed the passenger window in, knowing he would have to get it fixed. He got rid of as much of the glass as he could, cutting his left palm open. Finally, he sat in the car and just stared at the window.