"I'm here," she says softly, slumping down in her chair in mixed relief that he's conscious and at least capable of sarcasm, and frustration that she's not seeing a way out of this.

She can wait. She's been here before, more often than she'd like to admit - but having Steve here with her is putting her more on edge, like she's somehow responsible for making sure he gets out of here in one piece. She is responsible for his presence in this universe, anyway, so whatever happens after that... it's on her.

"A little patience, Captain, and I'm sure we can find some way to entertain you," the stranger says with wry amusement, moving off behind their chairs. "Just a few preliminaries now..."

Olivia hears the rattle of glass on metal as he prepares something, but doesn't look back. She's not sure seeing what he's doing would make her feel any better.