The info packet York had assembled for her is spread across part of the bar, an empty plate shoved a little ways off as Connie looks over the information. It's a lot to take in, but with the realization that they were out of the Project for the foreseeable future she's starting to relax. That much is obvious from the way she leans against the bar, chin in hand with the other curled around a mug of coffee when she looks up at Wash's call.

A warm smile crosses her face as she sees him, turning a little in her seat to give him a proper greeting. The packet had said Wash was here but it's always a comfort to see her best friend.

"Hey, Wash."