[Sylvie's had a fitful night herself, although she's donned a bathrobe by the time he responds. Relief washes over her face.]

Oh, thank goodness!

[She puts her face in her hands, trying to hide the blush she can feel creeping up there.]

Yes, yes, I'm fine. I'm so sorry. This is so embarrassing, of course it wouldn't be you. I just panicked last night, that's all.

[This doesn't change the fact that "Timmy" is still someone she probably knows. And the person broadcasting about him has some motive she can't understnd.]