Olivia's blank and rather emotionless face turned into a smile in [url=http://i.imgur.com/wMZuo.gif]this fashion[/url] (sort of) before returning to her emotionless face as she got up and moved herself from the group of soldiers she was sitting with. "It's like you can read my mind, Huscarl." She sat down next to Sergeant Linn as she got settled, rubbing her face and putting on her baseball cap backwards, her reasoning for the action being that [i]she felt like it[/i]. The marksman looked up at the roof as the people around her discussed, the rust on the poles around them bothering her. The fact that they had advanced through technology so much in the past few years- yet haven't been able to do something about rust decay absolutely baffled Olivia. The small things always bothered her for some reason, but that was a good thing in her field of business. One of the advantages of doing what she did was that she had her trusty rifle to take care of said small things. Even if those small things [i]weren't exactly so small[/i].

She looked up at Patterson as he brought over a plate of food for her and Khuhkri. She took a look at it, and the judging from the look of salad she wasn't going to be touching it with a thirty foot fork. It just looked rather [i]unappealing[/i]. Still though, at least the fish and chips were good- hopefully. She held the fork in her left hand, and started picking apart the fish with her fork, eating the small pieces she had created with her handiwork. She looked up at Huscarl as he made a suggestion, then back at Sergeant Linn as he spoke. She took some time to swallow, before she shrugged, "Sure, I guess. I've got nothing to do later, so I'm up to go to McKinnon."