One of the perks of being Connie's size and height among taller and broader soldiers? She could climb and fit into spaces they couldn't. For now, she's managed to work a rusted air vent cover off of the side of the hallway and has slipped into it to catch her breath and keep an eye out on the intersection. Hopefully that handful of a monstrosity wouldn't think to look for her here, and even if it did she could make a quick get away so long as she could see one.

When her comm sparks to life she tenses, surprised by the unfamiliar signature but she'll gladly make contact.

"I hear you, Cortana. What's your status?"