Rachel frowns at him. That explanation helps nothing, Steve. "My sister fell off the face of the earth, her coworkers had no idea where she went, and all this time she's been working with you? What-"

Olivia clears her throat as she comes up behind her. "Rach. It's okay." She knows her sister's going to take issue with that comment, but letting her interrogate Steve isn't going to help anything.

She steps back out into the hallway, a T-shirt in hand. It's obviously too large for her, one of John's she used to sleep in; she hasn't worn it since he died, but she couldn't bring herself to throw it out either. Olivia offers to Steve with an apologetic smile. "This should fit you a little better. I'm afraid I don't have anything else, but it should do until we can go out and get you other clothes."