Were it not for Tidus calling after her, Olivia would remain rooted to where she stands. Yet at the mere address, she moves to follow after him quickly. She'll have to come back later to see the rest of this.

...If she can figure out what it's even called.

"S-sorry about that," she manages to squeak out when she rejoins him, a subtle shade of pink falling over her features. "I didn't expect to get so caught up in it. I've never seen a-anything like that! It looks like a moving painting, but... it looks... real? A living painting?"

She's in so much awe over what, to some, may be so very simple and trivial.