[There were an array of new faces at the temple, more than anyone could have expected after their return from the last mission. Welcome, really, these new hands and experiences — Connor could only see it as a positive development, that a larger “team” meant more tools and powers at their disposal. A far more adaptive Circle than before.
Or they would be, at least, if everyone wasn’t so prone to getting sick.
Connor’s come to fetch something out of the kitchen, likely for someone who’s growing ill, helpful as he wishes to be. His step is even and purposeful as he enters the area, casting a quick glance around and locking eyes with what he’s sure is a new face.]
Hello. [-he says, easily enough. Followed by:] You must be new.
kitchen
Or they would be, at least, if everyone wasn’t so prone to getting sick.
Connor’s come to fetch something out of the kitchen, likely for someone who’s growing ill, helpful as he wishes to be. His step is even and purposeful as he enters the area, casting a quick glance around and locking eyes with what he’s sure is a new face.]
Hello. [-he says, easily enough. Followed by:] You must be new.