[the lack of hug-offering is off-putting from this end, too, as Cecelia, still discombobulated and full of offense with no clear target, leaves her rather adrift.

while wringing her wrists and shrugging:] Weeks! Many days, I...I, I don't remember how many off-hand? I mean--hang on-- [she huffs, looking around herself before vanishing into her room, returning in no short order with her phone opened up to their conversation history.]

See? The last time you called me before today...