She approaches him shortly after breakfast one day, determined to open his eyes to a clear and present danger. He's sitting by himself, etching a portrait into the concrete floor with a rusty nail. Risa wishes she could say it was good, but Connor's not much of an artist. It disappoints her, because she desperately wants to find something redeeming about him.
"I don't want to be social," Connor says. "I don't like the kids here."
"Why?" asks Risa, "They're too much like you?"
"Yeah, that's what I mean."
He gives her a halfhearted dirty look.
pg. 144-145, Unwind