Connor slept soundly, and deeply, waking at the hiss. He looked around, bleary eyed, and rubbed his eyes. He yawned, and ran a hand through his hair. He tried to figure out the hiss, rising and throwing out the empty pizza box, he found that the certain was disturbed, and grimaced. He should have thought about the sun with the blood packet, figuring that that had been the hiss of Elizabeth being burned. 

He retrieved the blood packet, sitting it on the table, "Eliz-" He paused midway for a yawn, "Abeth, the blood packet's on the table" he said, figuring she was in the room somewhere. Most likely the bathroom. 

For some reason, this gave him pause to stop and think. He tried to figure out why. He ran his left hand through his hair, blinking as the bandage caught. He sighed, and fixed it up, and then froze. 

Had he cleaned up the blood in the bathroom? Foolish coming here and fixing himself up. He should have gone somewhere else, should have. But it was too late for should haves. He found himself holding his breath, as he went over to his duffel bag and took out his gun, just in case, just in case he had to kill her. That thought made him wince, made him curse and made him want to be anywhere but here. 

"Elizabeth?" Alert now, he moved to the window, gripping the curtain in one hand. His instincts. "Are you alright? I'm sorry, I cut myself...I didn't think...I...please, answer" He was such a fool.