"Connie?" It's stilted and awkward, the way his head turns to face her in the hall, blue eye almost luminous in the dark. "Hey."

It could be a smile, it could be a grimace, but it's there. Him standing and one hand lifted in a wave, beckoning her close. The motions are stiff but- when you're in pain you're not exactly graceful, right? Right. "Thought I was all on my own down here.