Olivia takes the offered seat, back straight, hands clasped in front of her. "Everything's perfect. And no, I'm not hungry, but... I wouldn't mind some tea."

She sighs a little, and looks down at her folded hands on her lap. "I'm grateful for your help and... all of this," she says, with a gesture to the clothes, "but I'm hoping I won't be here long. I think I'm needed back in m- where I come from, as soon as I can figure out how to get there."