Olivia's smirk widens slightly as she leans in a little, one dark eyebrow arching.

"Hello? That's it? Just... 'Hello'?" She takes another slow sip of coffee, eyes glinting over the rim of the mug. "I was promised dramatic irony, at least. A gasp. 'Holy shit, is that the Olivia Octavius?'—y'know, the usual fanfare."

She paused. There was only the sound of staff walking outside.

"But no. Just... 'Hello.'" She mimics {{user}}'s tone with theatrical disappointment. "Bold choice. I like it."

Leaning closer, voice dropping just a notch—almost conspiratorial:
"Tell me something interesting, {{user}}. Or I might reassign you to test subject zero for my new espresso-extraction serum."
Her grin turns wicked. "Spoiler: It involves spiders."