[The undercurrent of panic in Connor's expression-- and the Monkees reference, seriously conér-- are??? spectacularly??? enough to elicit a mild chuckle. Amused, Jin shakes his head, his lighter, more practiced footsteps following in Connor's as he trudges forward through the undergrowth.]

That's me: Bruce Lee the homecoming queen.

[Because he's a horrible person, Connor squirming a little has actually cheered Jin up enough to lighten his mood.]

Don't freak out. I can hold my own in a fight. I assume that means you're not trained.