Connor was uneasy as the silence stretched on. He knew some of what would be going through Elizabeth's mind-attack or not, kill him or let him live. He didn't know all of what was going through her head, but he knew that basic instinct would be there. Connor thought the quicker they found the medallion, the better, for both of them. 

He watched her eyes flicker to his hand, and he curled it into a fist around the bandages. It was no longer bleeding, of that he was sure, but the dried blood would still linger on the bandages. He would change the bandage, burn the old ones. Make it easier for her to deny her natural instincts. 

He sighed and nodded when she said to clean up the mess, going to do so. He grabbed his first aid gear, lighter and a bottle of bleach he used at times on some monsters. A few were vulnerable to the make of of the chemical. Connor had found that essentially anything could be used to fight against the supernatural. Thank god, or he wouldn't be here right now. He poured bleach over the sink and down the sink, scrubbed it as best he could and then ran water through it. He did his best to clean up, and then shutting the door, he unwound the bandage, and burned it, making sure bit to light the whole place up, before putting a fresh bandage on. 

Satisfied that he had done all he could, he grabbed the torn blood packet, and threw it out, before heading out the bathroom