Olivia finally understands what it means when people say breathtaking.

She's been here for a very, very long time, wandering the endless rooms that take her from one place to the next, but never really take her anywhere. The sight of him has her pulling in a small breath, and she leans against the wall, watching him mix drinks for a while.

"What if we're not looking for advice?" she asks, finally making herself known.

Her voice will be exactly as he remembers it, if not a tad thick, but she's smiling. No reason to make this hurtful. Some people aren't good at goodbyes. Olivia has never quite been good at hellos.