Connor chuckled, glancing away when she said to stop rambling, and not look. Connor wouln't look of course. He wasn't a sleave ball, even if he was a man. He stayed looking up at the sky, laying back on the bed, and looking at the stars. He let his thoughts slide in and out, and just lay there. 

He closed his eyes, listening around them. He had to think what they were going to do from here on out. They were, essentially, now on the run, and he winced, thinking about boor Bessie. That made him sigh, and he curled his hands into fists. 

If I look back, he thought to himself, I am lost. Bessie would be alright, he had to believe that. She was safe, in a stable. And he couldn't do anything for her in any case. Not right now. 

He just had to make sure she couldn't be used against them. It would mean changing phones, cutting off all ties essentially, and being extremely careful from here on out. They couldn't afford to be caught. 

His thoughts once more went to the teenage girl, and he winced, sitting up. He hadn't called yet, mostly because he had forgotten with everything else. He didn't know if he could even face calling. 

Finally, he said, "Will you be much longer?"