Cecilia kept her hands clasped behind her back, still leaning back against the door. She didn't have pockets, but her thoughts weren't far off from his. She chuckled lightly, her cheeks only just starting to return to their normal color. Neptune had left her side to start sniffing out their new surroundings, and she watched him for a moment as she chose her words. "There was some anxiety," she admitted, because she didn't ever really want to lie to him. "But mostly just over not knowing if this would make things weird. I'm just glad they kept us together. I've certainly been called worse things than your wife." The corners of her lips twitched as she still worked to suppress a smirk. Neptune left into what appeared to be a kitchen, and Cecilia raised her eyes back to Owen's.
"I wouldn't be able to deal with it being anyone else. But I figure we can just... act the way we normally do. We just have to watch the shop talk. For the most part I think the way we are with each other will count as staying in character. They didn't exactly assign me a personality, so I got off pretty easy."