[He raises his eyebrows, not expecting that request, but he's not hesitant at all to agree to it. Company probably isn't something she has very often, if at all. There's no harm in small talk while I'm here.]

Of course. Why not?

[He stands, holding the edges of the quilt so it doesn't fall to the ground. He lays it neatly on the couch, then pockets his coin again. And yep, he's still decked out in that glorious t-shirt of his.]

I'm glad that you think I've been good company, all things considered.

[Being that she found him bleeding out, that he's in her home, and causing her an inconvenience, even though he knows she'd not label it as such.

Connor moves towards the kitchen table, and he'll gravitate towards the same chair he took yesterday.]

I've been thinking that you should tell me more about yourself, anyway.