"N-no, I..." Connie shakes her head. She had to keep it together. For Ena. They both had to get out of this. "I'm, uh, I-I'm a traveler," she stutters, clutching herself tight. Think, Connie, think. What was an obvious break point? Where did Ena's cognition fail to match up with reality? If she could pin that down, they'd be set. "Did... zombies? Some kind of..." Although Connie had trouble forming words at the moment, hopefully her point got across.