After the last handful of attempts to make contact with team mates turned out to be a bad idea, Connie is more than grateful for the confirmed presence of at least one from Cortana. With any luck, Azucar won't shoot her before she can explain herself but that all depends on whether or not Connie can find the woman; the ship's annoying tendency to change and bend made that part of the plan frustrating to say the least.

The sound of gun shots, short and sporadic, works as well as any tracking beacon to get Connie's attention and she sprints towards the fray.

"Incoming!"

With that warning the hallway fills with half a dozen Conneticuts, some running past towards the dark shapes as if to enter into melee combat but the sound of her own pistol comes from the group scattered around her end of the hallway. If any of the hostile creatures make to swipe at her doubles in range they'll find their attacks hitting air as the projections blink out of existence.

But that's fine. That's what decoys are there for.