It had been a long day, with Connor constantly calling Ryan to see how the substitute formula was going, as well as helping with anything he could. A few times he went to get more medical supplies, but he never went far, a constant prescence around the destruction. 

As flood called out for him, Connor sighed wearily, but went over to him. 

Connor had yet to remove his suit, and he doubted he would until everything was sorted, until he could go home. 

"What is it, Flood?"