She sat there with bated breath for the entirety of her free time, not moving an inch, not even blinking as she listened for anything new, but there was nothing; in the end, it was Sal that woke her from her state of complete focus after she sent a message.
[Times up, come back]
"Well," Cecelia stood and made a gesture to the molten debris on the floor and a small cleaning bot came from the wall and began neatly scraping it up. "I suppose I was reaching too far by expecting a swift response, he is constantly moving around, Sol Vestic must be a busy man who doesn't even have someone like me in his sights-"
"The Master simply decided not to respond immediately."
"I figured that was the case, I just meant... that..."
