She nodded slowly as he explained, thinking his mother and her probably had things in common. Olivia wouldn't have considered herself much of a combatant at all, but she could help in other ways and she knew that. The Shepherds had certainly reassured her more than once when she thought she wasn't able to contribute the way the others did.

"Oh... So it doesn't really... a-answer questions, then. Usually, anyway." Her disappointment was palpable. Transparent. But that was Olivia, often wearing her feelings right on the proverbial sleeve.

Shaking her head, she continued. "I don't have any abilities like that. I guess I won't really be asking it any questions then. Was your mother able to... f-fit in well here?" Tapping at her chin, Olivia once more found herself wondering how well she'd acclimate. If she ever would at all.