Conner reaches out, automatic and blurringly fast to catch Tim when he's bumped. And then he smiles at him when he kneels down. "I can make room?" he offers, shifting over in the seat.

Krypto sniffs at Tim's hand, seemingly not that worried about him, then gives his knuckles as swipe with his tongue before looking back out the window.

Conner's visibly relieved at the idea there isn't other clones. "I don't know many people yet," he explains slowly. "Just the Titans, and Eve." And Mercy, but he wasn't counting her.

"You've been here two years?" Conner asks. "You didn't find a way back, or do you not want to go?"