Cecelia perks up at the sound of his voice, blinking out of her gloomy daze and looking over his way.

"Oh. Hey, you. What's--" Everything okay? Her eyes wince before she pushes a smile, waving her hand dismissively. "Oh, don't worry about me. Did you see?" She gestures toward the parlor. "They do nails here. You like that stuff, right? You should go."