"Of course. I won't be long." She starts to head to the open door, and then pauses, and turns back toward Steve for just a moment. "I... Thank you. You didn't have to help me. You still don't, and... I appreciate it."

With that, she starts off down the hall to the room, and closes the door gently behind her after stepping inside. It's kind of a shame she's too tired to really appreciate it. The room's huge, and beautiful, with a beautiful view - of mountains rather than New York, presumably some kind of hologram Olivia's not curious enough to investigate, but it is pretty.

There are clothes laid out on the bed - black slacks, a white blouse, underclothes... The outfit's more familiar to her than the other Olivia's wardrobe, actually - that's somehow more reassuring than the lack of amber or zeppelins here. This isn't home, but it's not the universe she was running from either. The rest she can deal with. A little of the tension eases from her as she shrugs out of Steve's jacket and walks to the bed to collect the clothes.