"Coffee, huh?" Amused. "Somebody's a high roller."

She doesn't sound like she's teasing him, either. God, that this place serves coffee at all is impressive enough.

"Yeah, that's part of our standard check during big Fringe events." In the faint sing-song of a well-rehearsed mantra: "If the air shines red, you're pretty much dead."

The rat scurries off; Olivia glances down, and visibly pauses as she watches it go.