Connor's lip curls back in another snarl, but he doesn't move from his perch on Chloe's stoop.

"I'm looking at one already."

His flare of anger burns out quickly, and he looks away, shaking his head. This is getting him nowhere except more famished and weaker by the minute. Sephiroth won't leave him alone unless he leaves the vicinity of Chloe's caravan, that much he knows. Wearily, he finally pushes himself up, keeping a wary eye on Sephiroth, shoulder-checking him as he shoves past. He'll find someone else. He has to.