Connor looks a little young to be so skilled, and truth be told he's too scrawny for the old-fashioned work. Back when he did this for a living, he managed to build up at least a respectable amount of muscle, but he's spent the last fifteen years in terrible shape. He's going to be sore tonight, even with his healing ability, and very hungry. Kai's going to wonder.

He would never be so careless as to not notice the entrance, but he doesn't look up or change his pace. Partly he's afraid that once he stops, he'll have to take a long break. It's the smell of the coffee that finally makes him put down the hammer. He dips the flat mass of interwoven metal to cool it a little, sets it aside, and comes over to the other men a little breathless and sweaty. Better eating and daily kata have put him on the road to recovery, but right now the strain of the work is showing. "...Coffee...?" He just hopes his hands won't shake when he takes a cup.