[From down the hall, Connor stands and catches sight of a woman wandering and swaying about with a blanket dangling on her shoulders. The name falling from her lips, he doesn't recognize; her voice, however, he does. One of the individuals who helped him on Struxta, who had helped him come back online when he had been met with shut down.
Granted, even if this wasn't the case, Connor would have stepped forward to help. But now his gait is a little more hurried, a little more concerned, than it would've been without recognition at his back.]
Excuse me... Zari? It's me, Connor.
[-he says as he draws close enough to speak with her.]
You shouldn't be wandering around like this. Not if you're sick.
[Which is obvious. One needs to only look at her to know it.]
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Granted, even if this wasn't the case, Connor would have stepped forward to help. But now his gait is a little more hurried, a little more concerned, than it would've been without recognition at his back.]
Excuse me... Zari? It's me, Connor.
[-he says as he draws close enough to speak with her.]
You shouldn't be wandering around like this. Not if you're sick.
[Which is obvious. One needs to only look at her to know it.]