Her hand tightens minutely. She's exercising a ridiculous amount of control not to squeeze down any harder. She doesn't want to hurt César, even by accident.

"That is not your responsibility," she seethes. "This needs to stop."

If César doesn't stop her, Magne is going to be first asking the one behind the counter where that call might have come from, as politely as she can manage when the set of her jaw could smash bricks. She would not be wasting her time stomping around demanding to know where Vika was, nor would she simply assume that she'd placed the call from the home that she shared with the Torgal boy.