Olivia struggles to understand, but it's proving difficult with the faint hum of energy still coursing through her. Like electric fire, she still feels charged, as if ready for something — fight? flight? It's difficult to say.

Still, she struggles to think past it, to focus instead on his words. At the mention of his eye, she reaches up tentatively touching the edges of that eyepatch.

"Your eye...? Why would he want that?"