Connor watched Elizabeth open the door, and snatch the blood up, and he relaxed somewhat as the door closed again. He moved slowly towards the cooler, and took out another packet of blood just in case. It was the last packet, and he winced, knowing he'd have to try and track down some more. He licked his lips, and opened the microwave, putting the blood packet in a cup and heating it up. Again, just in case. 

He stood there, listening, waiting for any sign that Elizabeth would succumb and attack him.He raised his gun, now away from the curtain, he was unable to use the sun as a weapon. So, just n case, he'd need to use his gun, he needed it ready. 

He still couldn't believe his foolishness. He could just hit himself. He stood there, and flinched as Elizabeth started tapping on the door again. He listened, figuring out what she was saying. 

"I have more blood heating up now. Its the last packet, so hopefully, you'll be alright. Well, alright long enough to go hunt" He said, "And give me enough time to clean up" He said, moving to take the blood out the microwave, and taking it over to the door, retreating once more to the window. 

"its not your fault. Its mine"