Connie had shared a mind with Steven enough times to recognize a PTSD-induced anxiety attack when she saw one, not to mention her own experiences with a brain that seemed dedicated to plotting out the worst possible outcomes to any given situation in excruciating detail. So hopefully she had enough knowledge to calm somebody down from a meltdown. Hopefully.

Pushing aside her own growing panic at the unfamiliar, insane situation that she'd found herself in, Connie rushes up to Ira. "Hey. Hey," she says in a soothing voice. "Calm down. You're not there anymore. This is real. Don't worry, it's gonna be fine." Not that she actually believed that, but Connie had the feeling that the silver-haired man needed to hear something reassuring.