It's hard to not take a little personally, that skittishness before her skin. Cecelia spent a lot of time agonizing over her hands - their wicked transformations and distortions under duress...even now, some scaling remains at her knuckles.

Even so, she offers a gentle squeezes before letting them go slack and freeing her.

"Better," she assures, folding her own hands in front of her. "Water and amenities go a long way to helping a person feel human again, don't they?"