"Okay, yes, fair, but I promise there's no murder involved." Was this his life now? Having to promise that murder was at a minimum? At least he says it lightly. He's had it up to here with his professors and classmates at this point.

Connor steers them into a bar and orders a beer, telling the bartender he'll pay for whatever Natasha wants. At least she's getting a free drink out of this! So you know! Benefits!

"I'm guessing you've heard about what happened," purposefully vague but few things are as important as what happened to Abigail.