[He just...continues to wear a rather bleak look. He can't figure out this geezer. (But at least Andersen's demeanor and manner of speech help convince him that despite outward appearances this is indeed a seventy-year-old man he's working with here.)]
Connor. Connor Walsh if you like last names too.
[He has begun to let his eyes wander over the stone walls that tower over them and stretch into the dark distance, cast in that disconcerting shade of blue by the intermittent lights.]
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Connor. Connor Walsh if you like last names too.
[He has begun to let his eyes wander over the stone walls that tower over them and stretch into the dark distance, cast in that disconcerting shade of blue by the intermittent lights.]