"Yeah. You too." Connie sighs, and again is content to be silent with Ira for a few moments. She looks over at him, though, and recalls his earlier distress. Anxiety buddies should stick together, right? Maybe swapping coping tips could pass the time while the ship headed towards... wherever they're going. "You know, when things get... bad up in my head, there's this, um, song I was taught. It really helps. At least for me. Do you want to, uh, hear it?"