"All right, I've got this." Cortana's been riding in Connie's armor long enough to know what to expect, and where she'd been managing holograms before, she now kicks the healing unit into gear, as pointless as her presence is. "You know, I could re-wire this to run on a subroutine. There's no reason it needs even a dumb AI, much less Delta or me."

Ran into worse during the war. There aren't many people she's willing to tell about the Gravemind, even that obliquely, but York's stared into a similar abyss. He's earned a little honesty. You held on. A lot of people didn't. She's not talking about the Faceless, not entirely, and even with her feather-light touch on the implant, that much comes through in a subtle shift, the way someone might look aside when the past rises to haunt them.

Do you want me to do something about the pain? I saw how Delta was handling it. Well, the other Cortana saw, and passed the logs over to her. Functionally the same thing.