Olivia manages a faint smile back, genuine if strained. She flexes her hands, trying to keep circulation through restraints that are almost too tight, and lets Steve do the talking for the moment - he's getting answers, after all, and she's not about to do anything to change that.

"Ask whatever you'd like. We don't need or want to conceal anything from you. If we thought you'd have come along willingly..." He sighs softly, sounding regretful - but not much, considering he lost two men bringing them here. "We do need the both of you, though. We need an army - you can consider yourself the first recruits."

The back of Olivia's neck prickles at the words, some old fear clawing its way up her throat from a half-buried memory - and the feeling only intensifies as he steps back into view, holding two more syringes. One contains something dark red and viscous in a way that can't be anything but blood. The liquid in the other is bright red, and the bottom of her stomach drops out as her gaze fixes on it.

"Is that Cortexiphan?" she asks, her voice hard and level like she already knows.