As the rain began to pelt down in icy sheets, Connor relocated back to the shelter of the Sonic's metallic overhang. "Nice to meet you, River Katrina Fallyn," he replied humorously while beckoning her out of the torrent. "Cool, cool, and most definitely. Cow-riding may be exclusive to me, but horses are this town's bikes."
He casually leaned against Clarabelle's rump, having yet to acknowledge his other two companions. Connor had a sneaking suspicion that the weird tension was about to increase tenfold, so naturally, avoiding introductions was the wisest route. "Also, it's a lot nicer under here, just saying." He began fishing around through his pockets and his hand emerged with a tattered wallet. "Here, um, if you want something, my treat- as a welcome to the neighborhood."
Abashedly, he finally looked up at Whitnay, then Jessica. "Actually, why not, I'll pay for everybody."