Connie shouldn't be surprised that York would pull him after all that's happened. She vaguely wonders when was the last time he did. Or could, rather, once they went on the run.

"I'm sorry I couldn't do more to help you both sooner."

For a second the memory of York dangling from the wires threaded through the ceiling and black coils around her throat flashes to mind- she fights back a shudder, shaking her head as her fingers tighten in his hand with a shaky breath.