Connie doesn't even dignify Jasper's bluster with a response, instead dashing out into the sand towards the treeline while keeping low. "Their weapons have short range, but if you get hit you're in for a world of hurt," she whispers as she runs. Hopefully Jasper wouldn't just decide to pick her up and snap her spine over her knee, or literally tear her limb from limb, or-- right. No time for anxiety.