Andy's eyebrows raised as the person with Connor started moving faster - awkwardly - toward him. He raised them even higher when Connor started moving backward toward Andy and called out that he didn't think she - whoever she was - was just there to say hello. Andy started toward the two of them and stopped dead in his tracks a few feet away when he got a particularly good look at the woman - nay, corpse - moving toward his new friend. The long blonde hair gave it away, especially since it was singed and matted to her head. And bloody, which he could only guess was left over from the floor in the mirror room. He stared back at her, horrified and felt himself shudder both in disgust and fear. "Jesus..." he breathed. "Jesus Christ..." It was Luna.
"Connor..." he started slowly, taking a few more steps toward his friend until he could reach to snag the other man's collar, dragging him back. "C'mon man, let's fucking book," he said in a low voice. She looked as though she was aching to hurt them and Andy wasn't particularly fond of the idea of sticking around to find out. "Like, now," he added hastily, eyes never leaving the burned face of his former partner in crime here. He'd never seen her look more grotesque, even though he'd seen her in the mirror room; it must have been, Andy thought, because this time...she was moving.