Connor carried his gear into the room, doing a customary sweep, shutting curtains and put the blood in the fridge, sitting down at the table, and opening his laptop, looking over as she asked for Marl's email. 

"Oh, uh, yeah sure" He said, reciting Marl's address, wondering why she wanted it but not asking, but he did wonder if it was something to do with him or what she could possibly have to talk with him about. He was also worried that it might lead to another break down or something, but he would just have to trust something wouldn't happen like that again. 

"Okay, but its not much of a site" He said iin reference to the site, to not take it down. He did hope that Marl had taken down Connor's photo though, that would just be embarrassing-18 year old Connor blinking against the light and confused, just after Marl had saved him. 

Connor went to the sitem frowning when he saw that Marl had continued using it, virtually making it an online journal and telling people how to fight the darkness and the supernatural.