Her breathing is so quick, so sharp, she's surprised she's getting any air at all. Then again, maybe she isn't. Maybe that's why she feels so dizzy when both men suddenly look at her, when she finds her shout noticed and sharp, critical gazes meet her own. She doesn't feel frozen, but heavy — like her limbs suddenly weigh ten tons and it's taking all she's got to keep both her arms and her sword steady, to not show how terrified she is that she has spoken out of her turn, gotten in way over her head.

When the man is gone, walked far enough out of their reach that she can no longer feel the chill of his gaze and his voice in her spine, Olivia releases a deep, shuddering breath. Just like that, whatever adrenaline had been in her body seems to shake out of her, and suddenly her limbs feel like jello. The sword drops to her side like excess weight, but her gaze fixes itself back on Masamune, wide and sharp, despite her nerves.

"Are you hurt?"