To her credit, Cecilia was not freaking out. Oh, she had considered it. Had put some very serious thought into whether or not she could afford to lose about 500 points while she destroyed something in the clinic just to make herself feel better, but she'd overcome the urge. She kept telling herself that this wasn't that bad. Yes, she was in a xenophobic misogynistic hellscape straight out of an elderly Republican's wet dream, but she had it a lot better than most of the other women. Thank God they'd paired her with Owen. As long as Owen didn't have the stereotypical male panic attack at their 'marriage,' everything was going to be fine. And if he freaked out a little over that, she could forgive it, as seeing 'Cecilia Flynn' on her subject bracelet had made her briefly consider breathing into a paper bag. It made her a little nervous. Things between them were still new, and she didn't want this to mess up how good things had been. She didn't think it would.
She could do this. She could play along. She could manage to not punch the first man to spout misogynistic bullshit at her in the face. She couldn't picture Owen treating her any differently, and that was what mattered. And they needed a lot of those 'prizes,' desperately.
So Cecilia had forced herself to breathe, post to the network, and start an inventory of the clinic. She needed to know what they were dealing with. The work calmed her down some, and Neptune sitting patiently at her feet did the rest. She was looking over the ridiculous forms They were going to make people fill out for birth control when a bit of movement caught her eye and she looked up. She did a double-take. Owen had left the building across the 'street' and was heading past. Putting the forms down, Cecilia walked to the front window of the clinic and watched him go, hand clamped over her mouth to keep from grinning. He was in a sheriff's uniform. She... had not expected to enjoy it that much, but he wore it really well. She watched him walk down the street, her focus finally catching on her own reflection in the window and she winced. Her uniform was more than just uncomfortable, it was humiliating. She wasn't sure what was already hurting worse, her feet pinched in the godawful heeled shoes or her scalp from all the pins of the harsh up-do they'd put her hair in under that goddamn paper hat. She glared at the hat for a moment, finally summoning up all her courage to leave the clinic. She had keys in her pocket, so she locked the clinic door, and flipped over the cheerful little sign reading The doctor is in! to the closed side. Then she and Neptune headed off in the direction she'd seen Owen go in. After looking at her map, she had a pretty good idea of where he'd gone.
Hurrying a little, she managed to reach the house just in time to see Owen go in. Taking a deep breath, she headed to the door. "Playing hooky, Sheriff?" She tried not to smirk. This was not funny. She was determined not to enjoy this.