Olivia eyes the woman with a mixture of quiet disbelief and amusement, and shakes her head a little after she's left the room. "I assume that's more of Stark's not doing things half-way?" she asks mildly, and then notices his fumbling with the tea pot.

"Here," she says mildly, shifting forward and reaching out to take the tea pot out of his hands before he makes more of a mess. "I'll pour, you talk. So you're the last line of defense. Against what, though? Back at home, it's mostly... well, mad scientists we have to worry about. And agents from the other side. And over there... their whole world was falling apart, holes in reality and too many natural disasters to be natural... But I guess your problems here probably aren't that obvious."