The first half of Oliver's answer made sense to Cecilia. The last bit did not. "How could he possibly think that?" she asked, and it was really more thinking out loud than anything else. She carefully took Oliver's hand, barely moving it, barely touching him with anything firmer than a slight graze. Her eyes briefly flickered up to his at the question. "I've forgotten," she said, quietly. "I think I was going to ask if you thought it was broken. Which would have been a really stupid thing to ask." She might have snorted, if it wouldn't have pained her nose as much as her ribs.
"I'm going to have to reset this, Oliver," she said, voice firm but quiet. "And it's gonna be bad. There's no way around it, I'm sorry. Should we go somewhere else?"