Connie is hard to track down. Always has been, from what Wash can remember, but that's not going to stop him.

He finds her late in the evening in her section of the hab deck. It really should be worrying how much of the deck is military bases and safe houses; he files that thought away for later. There are more important things to deal with right now, like helping a friend who went through hell earlier in the day.

He knocks on the door, blanket tucked under his arm. "Connie? It's Wash."