Olivia settles back onto her bed with a frustrated sigh after Jane leaves, staring at the ceiling and trying to figure out what she's supposed to do next. Trying again seems too much like bashing her head against the same brick wall - she could try that until it kills her and probably still never get anywhere. She's not exactly coming up with any other brilliant ideas, but she doubts she'll be sleeping any time soon, so turning the problem over in her head seems like the only option.

She's more than a little relieved when she hears Steve waking up, both for the confirmation that he's more or less alright and the fact that it gives her something else to focus on. She shifts to sit up and turns to face him, legs folded underneath her under her sheets.

"Hey," she says, soft and low like she's trying not to startle him. "How're you feeling?"