Olivia glances up at him in surprise - both at his use of her title and at how close he is. He's stopped glimmering, thank God. Everything's going to be fine, and there's no reason to be nervous. She even manages a smile and a little laugh at Steve's question, and shakes her head as she turns away again, heading for one of the cabinets where they usually keep spare clothes in case of blood or slime or... whatever.

"I'll be fine. My boss is going to interrogate me about everything, and Walter's going to want to run a lot of tests - don't be alarmed if he comes at you with a Geiger counter - but they're not going to hurt us." Not that he'd asked about him, but she wants to make sure that's clear anyway.

"They're not like the other Fringe Division. The one I escaped from." She winces a little, feeling that's unfair - they all had their reasons for what they did, misguided though they may have been - and adds after a moment, "They haven't had to be."

She does still have clothes here in the lab. She pulls them out, along with a spare outfit of Peter's - it won't be a perfect fit for Steve, but better than a hospital gown - and holds that out to him. "You can change in one of the offices. Just don't touch... anything, really - I have no idea what Walter has lying around these days, so it's probably best to be safe."