Olivia starts a little at the voice of the computer, and glances to the ceiling as she answers, "Um... that won't be necessary, this is fine. Thank you."

She strips out of the damp, clinging clothes she got from Liberty Island the instant she reaches the bathroom, hurling them to the floor with maybe a little too much force. She doesn't want to look at them, never mind wear them, for a second longer than she has to. It only takes a minute after that to towel herself off, dress properly, finger-comb her hair into something a little more presentable.

She pauses in front of the mirror before heading back out of the bathroom. She still looks like hell, but she's been worse. There's no trace of the marks that had been drawn on her face, though she can't stop herself from scrubbing at her forehead with her fingers anyway as she turns and crosses the room to the opposite door.

Olivia stops just outside the doorway when she sees Steve by the window with his back to her. "Mr. Rogers? Or would you prefer Captain?"