Eventually, Mythra breaks her silence, rises herself from her silent reverie. She looks over at Connie, intrigued. Connie is perhaps one of the sanest people she’s met so far on this very turbulent day. It’s a bit of a comfort. With Connie there were no intrusions, no insanity, just, calm talking. Besides the initial mixup anyways. She speaks forwards, looking down at the floor. “I guess, we’re both in the same boat, now aren’t we?