Catching her breath, Connie's head snaps at the voice and glances about the room before finally looking up. Huh, that's nifty. With a view from up there there's...yeah, little to no chance that the other woman missed any of that face plant.

She gives a small shrug as she replies, "Neither am I apparently. Not yet, anyway."

At least it's mostly her pride that's bruised and not her face.