Ceilia was surprised to find the woman here, too unsteady to run again, she just leaned against the wall for support. She ignored the stares she had attracted with the outburst, her nerves fried, but too tired to even be mad for the moment. Her cheeks were wet, a sleeve wiping that which threatened to drip from her chin. No need to get her school uniform wet with tears afterall.
"Struck and nerve are understatements. If I might be frank in turn this time, you scare me, you seem to know how dig up people's greatest fears. To answer your question however, mom raised me better then to lash at those who upset me, and yeah I miss that balance, but I can't dance with people very well with it." She said with a small sad chuckle, a touch of feint snark admittedly, despite the weaker smile upon her lips. Looking down to the pad which lay on the floor where she fell, the picture on clear display, her irises glowed red for a moment before the screen turned off, as if to hide any ammo from this woman to use in probing her further before leaning down to scoop it up. A bump was at the base of her neck, something buried under the skin, most likely what caused the peculiar effect with her eyes.