Annie had stayed the night.
It had been late to begin with, and once you factored in the injuries she had sustained during her scuffle with the vampires that evening, she couldn't really be expected to just pick herself up and head home. Connor didn't mind having her, she was nice company, and he sort of felt like it was his duty to look after her for a day or two, just to make sure she was really all right before she went back to her usual routine.
That didn't make it any less awkward. He really wasn't used to haveing someone of the opposite sex around. At the hotel, it hadn't been a big deal. Everyone had their own room and pretty much stayed out of each other's way as best they could. Here, they were both cooped up in a fairly small space, and he was having trouble sussing out just what was appropriate and what, well, wasn't. He had, however, decided that it was polite to let her have his bed, and so he had slept on the floor, using a spare pillow as padding and his jacket as a blanket.
Now it was morning, and Connor was finding that he was short on food. They had exhausted the Pop-Tart and Snickers supply the night before, which meant one thing: it was time to go shopping.
All right. But with what money?
He sighed and went to find his boots, which he tugged on and laced up immediately upon locating. "I'm gonna go out and find us some breakfast," he told Annie, who had just emerged from the tiny, run-down bathroom -- the only other room present, since the main area of the loft served as bedroom, living area, and kitchen, if it could actually be called any of those. Really, it was nothing more than a sparse scattering of furniture and a busted-up black and white TV.