Everything that Connor was saying was making it harder for Kimberly to keep her cool. He was somehow managing to blame himself for this, although he was right beside her in a tank of his own. Surely he had to know that she understood there was nothing he could do. It wasn't as though he'd failed her; Kimberly knew if he'd been able to stop it, he would have. She didn't have time to reply to him before she had to tip her head back just to take a deep breath. It would be her last and she was going to make it count.
Kimberly pursed her lips together, trying to force a smile for Connor's benefit so that he'd know she appreciated the sentiment. Her fingertips tapped on the glass and she nodded. She wouldn't forget him, either. Just as he'd finished speaking, or so it seemed since his mouth had stopped moving, the water flowed up over her ears and Kimberly was submerged completely. Her feet lifted just slightly off the ground for the lack of regular gravity and her hair moved fluidly of its own accord around her face. As much as the water stung her eyes, Kimberly kept them open, taking in Connor's face and hair and clothes - everything that she could, because she'd never get to see him again and if he was the last thing Kimberly was going to see before she really and truly died, she was going to make sure she seared it all into memory. Kimberly had to make herself think that there was an Other Side, because if this was it and this was the end of everything, then what the hell was life worth living for?
Bubbles rose from her nostrils, tickling her cheeks as they went, and Kimberly could feel the burn in her chest. It wasn't going to be long, now. Already, she was feeling light-headed and her lungs were screaming for oxygen. With a great blubbering sound, Kimberly finally let out the last of her air, unable to continue to hold her breath and she closed her eyes. A moment later, everything was still and silent and Kimberly's hand fell away from the glass. It was over.