Oh my god, open up your fucking pack. You have to have a rocky-talkie in there.

[That's what he's decided stones of farspeech are called, just fyi. He pulls his own out of the pocket of his jacket and waves it around.]

If you leave me the fuck alone, I will give you permission to call me whenever you want to make sure I'm still alive.

[This is definitely not a terrible decision Connor will regret at some point.]