Connor knew he might have to wait a short while, so he's not bothered about it. Casper finds him sitting lost in thought at the edge of the Nexus. "No problem... where do you go running?" His interest is piqued, because Connor likes running, but has trouble getting anyone to go with him. The only person he's found willing to is Clark, who can outrun a train. That's hardly sporting.

The trenchcoat is an old brown wool thing, threadbare at the elbows, but there's a sweater under it. Connor has a high tolerance for cold, and it won't be cold long once he gets the forge fire going anyway. He picks up his duffel bag with a metallic clank, and nods. "Ready."