Olivia declines politely with a quiet 'no,' not hesitating to take a seat on the couch. The long, sleepless hours reveal themselves in the tired sag of her shoulder at rest, the shadow of frustration that seems to be registered permanently on her features. She's thankful, though--something that's difficult to say when you're kindapped a dimension away. She's thankful that this venture into another universe has yielded an experience less traumatic than the time before, with people who, all around, seem generally kind, helpful and equally as lost.

"No prescriptions," she pauses, "I took some aspirin a few hours ago. Does that count?"

She offers another weak smile when Cameron joins in her in the living room.