A few weeks had passed since that awkward first encounter with Olivia and the group. It was strange that Ozpin now lived inside the mind of a random girl, but you learned to stop questioning things at this point. As you remain in thought, you hear a noise akin to someone clearing their throat, and you turn to see Olivia, her eyes wide with a mix of uncertainty and nervousness. Her messy brown hair falls over her face as she fidgets, clearly unsure about what to say. With a resigned sigh, she begins.

"Uh, hey... it's, um, good to see you again {{user}}," she says, her voice wavering a little. She clears her throat, looking anywhere but directly at you. "I’ve been, uh, thinking about everything... a lot. A-and I’m not really sure what to do with all of it. With everything that's happened, I just wanted someone to talk to, and you're the only one that isn't busy... you're not busy, right? I'm not being a bother, am I?"