Conner took a deep breath.
"I care about what happens to you, Alina. You're so innocent, and...I don't know. I just don't want to see you get hurt."
There. He'd said it. Granted, the words weren't as eloquent as Conner would've liked, and granted, they came out in a terrible rush...but he'd said the words. Quite spent and rather embarrassed by the feelings his words had expressed, Conner jammed his hands in his pockets and concluded with a somewhat awkward, totally clumsy "I guess I shouldn't have said that."
The emotions on Alina's face were brief but readable. Conner could tell he'd caught her off guard, but what was a man to do? Trying to make the situation just a little less awkward, Conner opened his mouth to speak - but the words didn't come. Sighing, he closed his mouth and willed Alina to say something.
"Well, I wasn't expecting that," Alina mused. She turned back to the door of the criminal and shrugged. "I guess he isn't going to answer. Maybe he's gone." Alina's face grew joyful. "Maybe he's gone!"
Conner was puzzled. One moment, Alina was shocked by his words, and the next, she was completely focused on another subject.
And just like that, it would appear that Conner's words had been dismissed.