[Connor might be able to muster more sympathy for Jin if he hadn't started slinging insults from the onset, and if he hadn't followed that up with a bad attitude. Not that he had come into this psychotic mission with the best attitude himself, but he is at least trying to get these supplies to anyone he encounters, and that's all anyone can expect of him right now while he's an amalgamation of anxieties waiting to breach the surface.

He scoffs for the half-assed gratitude, which does little to sway him from his current impression of the man, which is that he is a giant dick.]

Whatever.

[And in as much as a bite of food can be taken in a particular person's direction, he very deliberately takes a bite of the shitty jerky brick in Jin's general direction. How very Shakespearean of him: he does not bite his thumb at you, sir, he merely bites his thumb.]

My ass got hauled in from Philadelphia. Which is apparently a hot spot for crusaders of time and space, or whatever.