She bristles a little at that—she hadn't shot her in the back when she had killed her—but Connie remembers that happening, by the way she's acting. "I can tell the difference between you and an impostor," she says, less hotly than she intended to at first. There's so much to say, so much to explain, and it's completely the wrong time to do it in. She pulls her pistol out, looks at the door. "How about I guard the door, and you can finish the work in here?"