Connor could see her conflicting need to continue on with her night, probably feed, and her need to at least not be rude. He sighed. This just made it worse. 

He stood there, staring at her probably like an idiot, as he debated what to do. He eventually sighed, and shrugged. "I didn't eat dinner. I gave it to someone else, along with a fifty. The lemonade was good though" He decided to just be truthful. Well, mostly truthful. 

He shrugged out of the tattered old jacket he was wearing, revealing his better clothes underneath, a black t-shirt that looked brand new because it was. "I don't belong here in the shelters any more then you do. I...I've heard rumors of something odd happening, and as it so happens, odd is my job" 

He shrugged again, "Can I ask, apart from the great need to help others, why choose to work in a homeless shelter? and have you noticed anything weird? maybe someone who seems a bit off-jeez, besides me, I know I'm odd-or weird or something like that?" He decided to try and get her to let her guard down around him, but knew it wouldn't work, most likely.