"No, no I didn't." Connie shifts on her feet, compulsively picking at an old scar that stretches across her palm. "I didn't intend to leave, exactly, but... I knew there was a good chance I wouldn't be coming back. Then, we were delayed at the last minute and..."

She gestures vaguely.

"Here I am, and here you are. I didn't think you'd find them so soon."