Connor shrugged, "well, I can run faster, longer. Jump higher. Stronger. More flexible then I was before" Connor said, shrugging out of his jacket, putting that with his duffel. He had spent the majority of the last four years holding back around other humans, even since Marl had trained him, pretending to just be a normal human. Except when he was running down it fighting supernatural beings. He moved away from Elizabeth, preparing himself to cut lose. 

He pushed off the ground, and had run to the other side of the clearing that probably would have broken several world records if he was in competition. He didn't stop, leaping up and grabbing a high tree branch, he pulled himself up, standing on the branch and leaping from one tree to the other, before leaping off the tree he stopped at and landing in the middle of the clearing, ducking into a roll. He had barely broken a sweat, and wasn't even breathing hard. 

He noticed he had more endurance and capabilities then the last time he had really cut loose, and that pleased him, but it also worried him. Had the dead mans blood just slowed the inevitable? Connor healed quickly, and he was more or less the same as he had been the last four years, only growing a few Inches and filling out, but didn't appear to have aged much. Was his aging just slowed? And his abilities just growing stronger? He didn't know.

He turned to Elizabeth, rubbing the back of his neck, in embarrassment for showing off somewhat. He cleared his throat, "like that"