Cecelia's face turns pink at the man's use of bad language. Why, she hardly knows where to look! She's clearly uncomfortable and sets the bottle back to clasp her hands together as she tries to think of something to say. Does she point out his behavior, or say nothing of it? If she says nothing, it's like giving him license to continue, is it not? Then again, she can't expect others to follow her social customs. Allowances must be made. That's really been the most difficult part of all this: navigating the waters of society in a place with a mish mash of peoples.

"Well," she begins slowly, "Perhaps they also sell perfume oil somewhere here."