Connie brushes a stray lock of hair out of her face. "Um, well..." she looks away. It would be weird to vent to a nameless stranger about all this, but she couldn't talk to Futaba, and Papyrus was busy and she had no idea where Hunk was and screw it she at least looked kinda friendly and Connie really needed to get some stuff off her chest.

"...not really. I, uh, ran into some pretty messed-up stuff in the Dream Width when I was up there rescuing the new arrivals. It's kinda funny, though. What hurt the worst wasn't seeing everybody else's bad memories. It was being yanked out of my happy one."