[Cissie decides her best bet for surviving this encounter in one piece is to stay quiet and try to seem as physically small as possible. She's listening carefully and paying attention to what is said and what isn't--the body language, the looks. She doesn't know what Ollie--Oliver--means by 'the wreck,' or why he smiles at his sister's grounding, but she can make some guesses. And it's clear his mother still thinks he's out being irresponsible instead of heroing.

Interesting.

And then her attention is on Cissie, and she is on the spot, and trying not to squirm.] Uh... Cissie's fine. [Wait. Maybe it isn't. Maybe she should let her not-grandmother call her whatever the hell she wants.] I mean, but King-Jones is--also good. Fine. [Oh god, she's a moron.] Thank you for letting me stay here, m-a'am, [she says, covering and managing not to call her Mrs. Queen. Not that she knew what to call her instead, but at least she didn't make that faux-pas.

Now if the floor would open up and swallow her, that would be excellent.]