At least Connie wasn't being tossed out into whatever void laid behind the cafe. She twiddles her thumbs for a moment, searching for something, anything to say, before gulping and settling on, "So, uh... what happened? If you don't want to tell me, that's fine," she rapidly backpedals. "Maybe talking about it would help? I know from experience that keeping bad stuff pent up isn't a good idea in the short or long run."