BLUE HUES ARE CURIOUS as they skim over her surroundings. She’d seen them before, over the years. This was a familiar space, with familiar happenings, however it looked just a tad bit different after the rebuild forged from the fire she had created with her own mind. Young Olivia was never quick to smile, unless extremely content or amused. In fact, more often than not, it seemed that a permanent frown was painted across her lips. Fingers traipse over the wires, ones which had been and would be connected to her again. She sighs. It’s a heavy kind of sigh, but if it meant being here over being home, she would gladly take it --- anything, anywhere, was better than home. A slight throb from her face alerts her, a reminder of exactly WHY she did not want to go home. The IV’s, the visions, the fire, the tests, all of it paled in comparison to him. She pushes the thought away when the sound of a door opening rings in her ears. Blonde tresses move through the air as she turns towards the noise. “Dr. Walter…” Her voice is soft, gentle as a breeze in the summer night. Her gaze is questioning, but her words are few and far between.