Conner feels the Prince's approach before he sees her. In another circumstance he would've found Alessandra strikingly beautiful this close, her tattoos snaking across her limbs like a second skin. But now, she may as well have been a primeval T-Rex bearing down on him. And then there was this other Kindred who stood at a distance...
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The younger male wasn't gawking or leering as some of the other Kindred in the room were certainly doing; Conner sees an expression of concern. He's either squeamish, which is impossible for Kindred; or there's something he wants to see averted. The Prince too, more so, was notably cool in her response. Conner had seen that stance, that righteously imperious anger. Like a parent scolding a child. That hit home more than he knew she realized.
He silently bows to the Prince. Then JC is called away by Jack; Conner can't help but wonder what had motivated a total stranger to stick his neck out like that. At the very least, he doesn't seem to be an enemy...yet.
He wordlessly nods to Quinn and gratefully walks with her up the stairs out of this hellish lion's den, offering Maeve a single, regretful look before they inevitably part ways. Disaster thought this was, Conner could see the slivers of mercy that peppered the night. He walked out of that Court alive and acknowledged and with questions to be answered; someone clearly didn't want him dead just yet.
One more second chance. One more step forward; for What Was Lost.