"Um, honestly, no." At least he didn't seem to blame her. Although he probably should, considering how much she screwed up. Rubbing her arm, Connie says, "It's that... this whole situation is pretty freaky, is all. Waking up with a bunch of strangers on a ship in the middle of some weird interdimensional void thing and pretty much everyone else being some kind of hero is just an eensy weensy little bit overwhelming."

Great. And now that she let it out, it was worse. The best that Connie could do at this point was to try and limit her hyperventilating and repeat It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay. I've got nothing, got nothing, got nothing, got nothing to fear. I'm here. I'm here. I'm here, over and over in her mind. Dangit, and now he was looking at her like it was his fault, and it really wasn't, and it took all of Connie's willpower to not just find a nice corner to curl up in and wait things out until the situation calmed down.