Cecelia sits up fully, with her head off the wall, chest slightly out of the water and her arms planted next to where she's sitting, she makes and maintains eye contact with the woman across her and mentally figures that the leg rubbing was an unconscious, habitual action not meant for her leg specifically or a 'footsie'-level playful motion to promote ease and positive, possibly a friendly atmosphere. Wondering what type of payment Condor wishes, Cecelia nonetheless agrees.
"You are correct. I do know that actions have consequences. As I mentioned in the car, it really is my fault. I didn't mean to put you or Kheshig in the positions I put you two in. When I start thinking about gadgets and such, I just don't think as far ahead as I should. I guess I just really wanted to plant the bugs that I kinda forgot the role I had. So, I am willing to pay for my mistake however possible. Well, it's good to know that you aren't mad about my mistake as Kheshig seems to be. Thanks, love." Using the local term she'd used before, Cecelia giggled a little at how odd it sounded in her natural voice, rather than the synthesized accent she'd used on the mission. She cooled down from the giggling and continued to look at Condor.
I think we could be pretty good friends. She's done good with making the atmosphere calm, serene, and upbeat. Especially with the friendly leg rub, even if it is an unconscious movement. Cecelia made a brief, contented sigh and smiled at Condor. Her body and mind were both finally at full relaxation, with the previous thoughts of her teammates' possible angers more or less floated off.
Maybe I won't be just some nerdy lab girl like I've always been. Friends seem to be an alright concept.@Genni