He may be scowling just a little bit, but it's no more scowl than usual. Promise. He's not scowling at her per se, though there is still a certain amount of distrust here. She feels like M'gann, physically and mentally, smells like her, sounds like her. It's a lot for him to handle. He pinches the bridge of his nose, willing himself not to punch the side of the building.

He settles for just clenching his fist.

"Alright. Robin's here. Why don't we find somewhere more private to figure this out? With him. I guess I should see where my quarters are."

He fairly spits the word. What Conner really wants is to be alone, but he needs more answers than this paper can give before he can process anything.