Connor looked up, as if in response to her quick typing, frowning, wondering what could have enticed such a response. He watched her, almost on the verge of asking what had got her worked up, but then sighed, going over to the window and risking a peek outside, seeing the sun slowly sinking, and the bodies gone, dust on the window. More newer vampires would just stay corpses, but the older ones poofed into dust, as of that one mortal blow brought all the years onto them. 

He returned to his laptop, but found he didn't have the patience for it, and he shut it down, leaning into the table, dropping his head into his hands. He should leave, he knew that. But he wasn't strong enough to do so, and he hated himself for that. 

He sighed, and packed his laptop away, looking to see what else he could put away, before asking Elizabeth "what's got you so worked up? I'm surprised the keys aren't smoking" he said, managing half a smile.

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He doesn't know. If he did, he'd want to give it all. I don't know. Ask.