Connor took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, and giving her a smile, "I am always up for Pizza" He said, staying there fore a minute, or two, before going to grab the duffel and led the way back to the new inn, stopping at a Pizza place on the way, getting a Pizza they could both enjoy. 

As they walked, he let out his senses, paranoid that something was still in the town with them, but he could sense nothing. For now. Still, as they entered the inn, he took precautions, taking out salt and Iron from his duffel, lining the windows and the inn door, chucking up a charm on the door knob which would cause some pain and discomfort to anything like vampires and werewolves trying to get in. Connor had always disliked those things, but they were useful at times. 

He set the Pizza down on the table when he was done, satisfied, slinging his jacket over the chair, keeping his weapons in reach. He felt immensely better, and he looked to Elizabeth, and smiled. 

"Pizza time?"