In a cramped, filthy shelter a woman with an unhealed leg is scolded by a dismissive man who declares he has 'zero interest in a woman like you.' She catalogs the misery—hard slippers, bad air, dangerous people—and insists every extra second there costs her life. That night Connor checks her injury but reflexively covers her mouth with the same hand that touched her foot, collapsing her brief attraction and leaving her shaken. He tells her to sleep and promises to take her tomorrow to a place that holds the medicine that could save her, forcing a tense decision.