"Oh!" Cece pressed a hand to her chest, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. In its little canister, the ink sloshed around, seemingly of its own accord, and one little droplet edged over the lip of the pot. "How rude of me. My apologies, Maura." Her version of the name didn't sound quite right, more like "Mara," but at least it was closer than Melanie. "I hope so. That fight was a catastrophe, from the little I caught. I do hope he's back on his feet soon." She gave Maura a tight little smile before turning toward the door. "Thank you for your help!" she called, and clicked her way back to the car.