[Not suffocating. Looking at her expression again, he can tell that's true. He doesn't think he'd have to be an investigator of any sort to figure that out. Simply a gut feeling.

Connor makes a little noise of amusement, setting the mug down. It clinks lightly against the table's surface, and he arches a single brow at her.]

Yes, and I'd be dead, and someone would've come by and picked me apart. Not the most pleasant outcome. So, despite being torn through time and space, I'm glad I got the chance to meet you too, Ai.