Whoops. Once again, Connie mentally berates herself for surprising Futaba like this. Especially since she seems far more... fragile than she is normally. "S-Sorry!" She waves her hands, blushing in embarrassment. Be cool, Connie, be cool. She could still salvage this, weird, unsettling mask or no. Recalling their conversation onboard the Ragnarok, Connie improvises. "Um, we... haven't been seeing you at school lately, and, uh, I decided to check up on you! I asked around and, erm, apparently you hang out at this cafe a lot so I came here. How... are you?" Obviously not well, but it paid to be polite.