Poor timing on his part; she wasn't completely in the dressing room when he knocked - she'd just been walking in from a long soak. Cecelia's hair is tied up best she can manage with a towel and is otherwise wholly uncovered as she pads in to grab another towel and dry off as the door slams shut.

She does a double-take when she realizes the other occupant is definitely not any woman she recognizes at all. Or...woman-presenting at all. Actually--

Her eyes widen as outrage starts to strike, mouth opening with voiceless outcry, starting to get red in the face.

Run, bitch.