Connor is smart enough to have made that connection himself, but for some reason he just...didn't. Which is probably why he's stuck with his current dilemma. Whoever heard of a vampire android? It's a good thing at least that organic blood is able to be on the menu, otherwise his options would be limited to Chloe, and that wouldn't be great. Not that seeing any of his fellow Travelers as meal tickets is any better.

Connor turns to see Sephiroth approaching, even before he speaks; he can smell the warm blood pumping through the other's veins, hear his heartbeat in a much more visceral way than his normal android senses would allow for. This time it isn't simply data to be taken in and processed; Sephiroth's mere presence makes Connor lick his lips, his tongue running over the pointed tips of his newly-sharpened and serrated teeth. There's a hollowness in his core, an empty panging thirst needing to be slaked. His eyes focus on Sephiroth, calculating and preconstructing his own optimal attack strategies. It's only when Sephiroth questions him that he shakes his head, regaining his wits- though the hunger is still ever-present.

"Uhm, yeah, I think so?" He tries to smile, but quickly thinks better of it, his teeth poking at his lips. "One of the props on the ride must have come loose. It fell on me and I guess I was injured. What a coincidence, right?" He pulls his hand away from his neck to look at the blue thirium coating his fingers, revealing the two pinprick holes resembling a snake bite left behind. He licks his lips again because thirium is just as tantalizing as biological blood, and ignoring Sephiroth now, he brings his fingers to his lips to lick the substance off them.