"It better happen sooner rather than later..."

Connie shakes her head, tearing her gaze away from the Triplets frozen in the ceiling and keeps moving forward. Glancing back over her shoulder to check on her remaining projection she glares at the still creeping tendrils that had been following them since they entered this 'greenhouse of horror' area. Great. Because after running into York, obviously what she needs is more personal space invading tentacles. She tips her head towards the creepy crawlies and pulls her knife out to keep at the ready.

"Please tell me the missions aren't usually like this."