"Flying?" Connor tenses as they PINpoint away, taking a few seconds to scan the new environment, analyzing it for any form of threat. Landing outdoors actually makes him a little quicker to relax, and he glances up to feel the snow on his face with a trace of a smile. He's not wearing a hat or anything, but doesn't seem to mind, and he follows Casper while still looking all around. "Where are we?"
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Date: 2010-12-04 09:27 pm (UTC)