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Olivia followed Morreti's awkward movements with narrowed eyes. Something was off-putting about him. Not that he ever made a particularly... normal impression on her, but he seemed especially odd this time around, for once seeming genuinely uncertain about what to do. It reminded her of their first proper meeting on Pittsburgh - though whether bringing up those memories was beneficial or not was yet to be seen. It did, however, further enthuse her curiosity.

The Xeno taking his seat across from her, Olivia nodded a simple, wordless greeting. With a flick of her hand she gestured at two bottles of Liberty's 'finest' standing on the small tabletop, cocking her head inquisitively.

She would let him take the lead at this meeting; clearly something was weighing heavily on his mind and, despite her interest about what it may be, she knew better than to pry.

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Olivia Sable