By the time the footage had gone up, Connie had already been unaccounted for for days. No videos, no texts, nothing. Suddenly realizing the depths of your own capacity for violence can be a harrowing thing, as Steven is well aware.
Thankfully, by the time Connie's crime uncle calls, she's in a much better place mentally. And physically. And emotionally. Just better all-around, really. (Having somebody who is cool with their own, possibly deeper capacity for violence as a close companion may have helped with that.)
Connie answers the call with a smile plain on her face. She still looks like a mess, but that's more because she's been roughing it without the luxury of a fully-equipped caravan for a few days now rather than any (severe) emotional distress. "Tío Steven? It's good to..." And then he continues, and her face falls, and she shrinks away from the screen, and looks to the side, and rubs her arm. "Oh. So that's what this is about. Um. What did the Infiltration Team do?"
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Thankfully, by the time Connie's crime uncle calls, she's in a much better place mentally. And physically. And emotionally. Just better all-around, really. (Having somebody who is cool with their own, possibly deeper capacity for violence as a close companion may have helped with that.)
Connie answers the call with a smile plain on her face. She still looks like a mess, but that's more because she's been roughing it without the luxury of a fully-equipped caravan for a few days now rather than any (severe) emotional distress. "Tío Steven? It's good to..." And then he continues, and her face falls, and she shrinks away from the screen, and looks to the side, and rubs her arm. "Oh. So that's what this is about. Um. What did the Infiltration Team do?"