The new stranger isn't just guarded, he's wary to the point of paranoid, and as soon as he's spoken to his gaze darts over to sweep across the speaker, as if making a quick visual check for weapons. He knows that being lost is a vulnerability, and he's not in a hurry to advertise it, but he's not about to lie, either. The full force of his gaze is intense, old, and just a little feral. Maybe it's the lowered brow that adds that last touch.

Connor gives a cautious nod, but doesn't lift his elbows from the bar top. "Is that a problem?" The voice is human, but very raspy, with a strange accent.