That the woman had trouble with her name was rather dear -- she hadn't expected it, but there was something oddly thrilling about being in so foreign a place that strangers had trouble pronouncing her name. This quality vanished, however, when the secretary compared her name to a snake's hiss. Cece's eyes widened and there was half a beat of silence before she force an uncomfortable laugh. "Oh, I should hope I'm not nearly that intimidating," she said.
"But yes, I'm visiting him. We met at the party last night and I happened to find his cane when it rolled away in all of the... excitement of the fistfight. I journaled to him this morning that I was available to return it, and volunteered to pick up anything else he needed. He requested a book on his desk in the office, so here I am." She tilted her head slightly. "I don't suppose there's anything else he might need, that you'd know of? I'm going over anyway and it's no trouble."