For all the drama that had transpired just moments ago, Olivia's smile is soft and gentle when she looks up at him. As if nothing at all had happened. (A closer look would show that her smile is a little frayed around the edges, though; strained and put upon for his benefit, not hers.)



(Well. Maybe a little bit for her.)

"I'm fine," she assures him, reaching out to gently pat his shoulder. Still, she leans against him a bit more than one who is supposedly "fine" might, but that may or may not be just an excuse for her to check on his own being. Quickly, her eyes pass over him, trying to asses how much of that blood is his or not.

"Who... was that, Mr. Masamune...?"