Olivia gives Steve's hand one last, reassuring squeeze before letting go and rising to her feet. "I didn't expect them to," she answers with a smile. "Um... do you think I could get a change of clothes? If you're still keeping any of my spare clothes in the lab, that is... Steve, I'm sure we can find you a change of clothes too."

She hasn't changed since the explosion in Stark's lab. Walter and Astrid, at least, have seen her in worse states than this, but she'd still rather greet them feeling like herself.

Another though, less pleasant, follows on the heels of that one, and she hesitates for a second before asking, "Peter... am I going to have to convince them I'm not... the other one?" Her concern's not as well-hidden as she'd hoped. Peter knew, right away - a part of her knew he would - but the others... She'd like to brace herself for whatever's coming, if she can.