There's only so much she can do to jerk her head away from the thicker force of the wires trying to push past her lips, it's the smaller ones she can feel going up her nose that draw a wet, panicked noise from her. This wasn't York- that flash of green overriding his eyes and pulsing through the wires around her was all Delta...and that made it all the more terrible.

Nose blocked as the slick wires continue to slide in she gasps for breath and the blood slick mass swells in- but her eyes are open locked on the empty space past York's shoulder, and with a force of will and desperation her form disappears from the centre of the mass of wires.

It's not a graceful landing as Connie touches down in the space she had seen behind her friend, and it's not quiet either. Gagging and coughing she ducks low and tries to sweep York's feet out from under him