[His arm is grabbed, and Connor is lurched back rather unceremoniously back into the alleyway, right before he can step out into the sunlight.]

It's blood, not paint-! And-

[He somehow manages to keep his balance, turning his head to look at her again.]

I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but even if it's true that I've somehow inexplicably gone back in time, I can't stay with you. I have to find a way to get back home.