"It was a joke, Oliver," Cecilia said, unable to keep from sighing and immediately regretting it. She closed her eyes through the stab of pain, and fought the urge to cough. It passed with no small amount of willpower and grit teeth, and she finally looked at Oliver again. She frowned down at him. "Is there a reason we're doing this in here?" she asked. She still felt that tightness in her chest as she forced herself to speak, that build up she dearly wanted to cough out, and she was once again unhappy about leaving Neptune outside. He had a calming effect on her.