"I'm ok." Connor's voice is thin, shaky. He hasn't looked back at her, just watching the android, then looking up at the spray of thirium up the metal wall. "I'm ok," he says a little more insistently when she doesn't let him go, but his eyes are wide and his hands are shaking, parts of him following suit as most of his weight leans against the vent behind him. He starts feeling around his jacket until he comes up with a fairly new cigarette pack, popping one between his lips and easing away so that the other investigators can come collect the body.