Glancing back at Veronika, rather Norman, after David left revealed that the gun she had held was mysteriously just gone. Her lips thinned, but she wasn't going to push it, not with realizing that she cared about the woman, man, whatever the starlet was. Which complicated everything. She could just let it go, but now Trevor likely had suspicions as well and Connie wasn't sure what to do. So she stood quiet, thoughtful as Jack started writing recommendations that would at least see Veronika's dream realized.<br/><br/>Did she really have the heart to ruin another's dream, while fighting so hard for her own?<br/><br/>Veronika's insistence at letters for herself and Trevor surprised her, a level of thoughtfulness that hinted at her mattering. Or maybe she was just trying to see what she wanted in the other woman's actions. The look of concern in the blond's eyes, when her gaze moved to her, caught her breath though and she found her throat working, uncertain what to do. Play along, or refuse, because the reason the Russian wanted to be alone with the director would likely be the very thing to confirm all her theories. Yet suddenly she wasn't okay with the thought of attaining her own dream at the cost of another persons, particularly when even if he<em>was</em>Norman he hadn't done anything on American soil that was a crime.<br/><br/>The redhead glanced at Trevor, catching the hint of a frown on his dark, handsome features as he caught likely the same warning flags she had. Their eyes met, and she could tell he was considering that she might have been telling the truth. Wonderful.<br/><br/>She turned to Jack though, stepping closer to the director with a sweet smile on her lips that paired oddly with the fierce light in her eyes, "Don't you go trying to disappear now, because there are still some things to discuss." And if he did she was certain she and Trevor would track him down. Jack though wasn't like the Russian, or even herself or Trevor. He wasn't use to vanishing completely into a role, to packing up a life and moving on to something new. No, he was a fat cat, having built a comfortable life and likely reluctant to leave it.<br/><br/>Turning, she caught Veronika's arm with her own, a familiar gesture with how they had moved earlier that very day and started tugging the Russian toward the door and out into the night. "I think it's best if we all relax. And you can stay with me tonight, if you like, Veronika. I'll make dinner for all three of us. It will be fun, I promise."<br/><br/>Dinner wasn't a bad idea, it would give them time to subtly question the blond, and... well, she wasn't sure she wanted to examine her other motivations.