They might be right there, and that's good, but they're not okay, any of them. Connor remembers the last time this happened and it ended well for no one. Still... they're here. Sophie's whisper is a blessing and Connor takes his hands down, trying to adjust to the overwhelming barrage on his senses that came with suddenly being part vampire again. He looks from Sophie to John and struggles to slow his breathing,

"Check your bracelets." He winces at his own voice, then follows its instruction -- everything seems fine. His brow furrows and he struggles to focus over the sound of all their heartbeats and the glints of light assaulting his eyes from everything in the room and the bird screeching on the rooftop and how did he ever live like this? He dealt much better the last time it happened in Asgard, somehow, less like the powers had been crammed in with him and more like everything was different -- shit.

"Jo-- Pyro, are you okay?"