Cecilia was looking at him with a nurse's eye. She tried not to, it somehow felt too close to a violation and they'd all had plenty of that for a lifetime, but she couldn't really turn it off. She was looking for any warning sign, trying to figure him out. The words were a little telling, but it felt wrong to pry. She couldn't do that to him. She'd hear what he wanted to tell her, and refused absolutely to push him.
She could relate though, albeit for what she could only assume were far different reasons. The idea of being followed was basically her worst nightmare. But she couldn't shake the feeling that they knew her somehow, and knew her well. That was perhaps the worst violation of all.
Cecilia smiled awkwardly and pulled the gown closed a little tighter. The formless thing didn't want to cooperate as a robe. "More or less," she admitted. "I woke in the middle of the night... my dog was going nuts. I'd had trouble sleeping the night before so I'd taken something, and I was still a little groggy. I didn't think about what he might be trying to tell me, I just figured he had to pee and put him out back. I went into the kitchen to get a drink and..." Shrug. "Lights out." She wasn't sure what she wished she'd been wearing more: slippers, or a bra.
"But that doesn't matter. You wanted to talk about something. It sounded important."