Connor walks past her, but stops once her words catch up with him. He turns back around, walking back to her. "You're wrong, actually," he replies. He can tell she doesn't really care, that her heart isn't in this at all, but here he is talking with her anyway. "There's witches who can't vote, too." Not that he's a witch, but he can't very well cry that humans can't vote. He shouldn't even know all this stuff exists.