[Olivia's only initial shift is the one that has her leaning against the washer, which is still an annoyingly loud machine that she's not wholly comfortable around. In the face of the reality that Inigo's presence here paints, however, the sound is as nothing in those moments.

His initial response is questionable, until he clarifies. It's been... a while for him then. A while without her. Although considering what she's heard of the future, it's probably been longer than that. To think of herself dead in a future that she knows so little about is an interesting path she doesn't like adventuring down either. She'll have to think about it at some point, though.

Not... now. She doesn't want to think about it now.]

It's just you and me, then.

[She doesn't know if that should make her happy or... unhappy. Having Inigo here, however, is better than being alone, regardless.]

I'm g-grateful you're here. I heard that you were, but didn't know where to begin looking. A lot of people seem to know you. And Lord Chrom... [Although all things considered, she shouldn't call him that. He isn't just Lord Chrom anymore.]

I'm glad I'm not a-alone. Is what I'm trying to say.