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Olga was silent for a moment as she kept staring at the ceiling. "Not...not all of them. Not even---all the Negaverse." She thought of that one agent, who was sweet, who she sat across in a parking lot and chatted at, they they were buddies. Or could have been. Her head hurt more from trying to think and remember. "I know---I know it's what they do but---it was just---something about that guy---he---he was just different---than any other agent I have come across so far."

Her brows knitted and her lips twisted briefly as she tried to shrug, but then gave up. "I'm over being surprise by magic and space travel." She murmured. "Yeah---I know---but---" She stopped, because she didn't know how to follow it up. Just that she also couldn't let herself off the hook. "I...I have to get stronger. I have to be able to stop that guy." Olga looked away from the ceiling as Sergei suddenly got up, and she turned her head to watch him pace.

"Um. Yeah. Well. Not his name. He never gave me that but---yeah. He's someone I couldn't forget." She paused for a moment. "Black military uniform with red trim. Some silver cords." Actually, despite how hazy the events of the day and night were, Wolfeite stood out in painful clarity. "Wore a black bandana around his neck. Covered his nose and mouth. Had fang prints on it---dark brown hair. I think. Almost black. Longer than your's, but shorter than mine---his eyes---dark---almost black, too. I think. They looked black in the night...just...they didn't...really express much." She trailed off as she thought about it again, got swept up in the moments of battle again where she did remember the look in his eyes, or lack there of.

"Uh---hey, hey, hey---" With a bit of a groan, Olga pushed herself up into a sitting position on the bed. She just couldn't keep laying down while trying to have a conversation, much less while he was pacing. She wavered a bit before pulling her legs under her to sit cross legged, and she hunched, resting her elbows on her knees. "I didn't give him my name---Mister---Captain---Assumption---Captain Assumption."

It was a good question though, at what her plan was. Olga opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She closed it, and reached up to press her forehead to her palms, thinking. "I---" She paused. "Train more, and, um---don't hesitate and---" She struggled to give something more concrete, but she just admitted it. "I don't know, aside from that, it's---" She fell silent for a bit. This topic actually was broaching something that was eating at her for a while.

"I don't know---what the right way is to deal with Negaverse agents." She looked up at him now, her brows knitted and her expression utterly troubled. "You can fight them off for the night---and but they'll be right back the next night. Do you---do you break their hands? Their arms? Their legs? Physically prevent them from doing this? Do you---" She didn't even want to say it. She didn't want to say outloud: kill them.

"That guy---he said he left me alive---to serve as a reminder that the world belongs to him." She gave a laugh at that, because it was hilarious. "And he meant it. He said---when I was ready to admit that, I should come and find him---how do you deal with that?"

"Not sassy." She gasped. She thought she was more of a cheeky person, but that was besides the point.

A heaviness settled on her shoulders as he spoke that had nothing to do with her injuries though. Uuugh. She didn't like the thought of it at all, and she couldn't help but frown at him. "Please don't patronize me, Sergei. This---this was never treated as play pretend---I know it's---it's a war---it's a siege." Her eyes lidded as she looked at her hand, stained with her blood still. "But I don't want to kill---I just---" She paused or a moment. "I'll find another way." She didn't know what, but she'd try to find it.

She was listening to him, and made a face at the whole same way he showed you bit, but she must have been feeling better. Looking up and realizing Sergei was right there suddenly had her cheeks blooming red and her eyes going wide because of closeness, and she let out a long low groan as he ended up pushing her back down again.

"Tonight---you mean morning?" She paused for a moment again, her brows knitting. "I---I'm feeling fine---better---yeah---I---I should head home, and do stuff---like shower---and change clothes---" She reached up to pluck at some hair that was stained red from blood, and then at her shirt, which had some splatters from where she had been laying face down on the ground. "I don't wanna stay in these---"

Or maybe she wasn't in her right mind, because she was trying to pass over rolling around in Sergei's bed for hours. She was passing over hours of sniffing his pillow. Hours of imagining his beautiful toned body sliding between these sheets.

Seriously.

Once again, Olga pushed herself up into a sitting position, and slowly slid her legs over the side of the bed. She was about to slid down when the clothes landed next to her. "...Eh?" She blinked, squinting at them before looking up at him. In some weird way, it was kind of like she was being held hostage. In a completely good way and for the right reasons---but it just seemed like no option was to go home.

"Oh---Um. Y-yeah...I'll...stay here. Thanks..." While cuddling sounded nice...maybe not sandwiched between Nadia, her BF, and her roomie. Much less explaining why she looked like a smashed grape. "Th-thanks..." She uttered again, a bit quieter when he offered the shower, and she grabbed the clothes and slid off the bed. Olga wobbled a bit, taking a moment, before she started to move in the direction of the bathroom.

She blinked at the question, and stared at him. "Uh...I---" Despite being up for now over 24 hours, didn't think she'd go to bed soon, not with what had happened recently, but she still felt, well, a bit shy at just taking up so much of his...hospitality? Especially after the being patched up thing and shower...her stomach though, answered for her, and gurgled and grumbled, because it'd never say 'no' to food. She burned a bit red and stared at the bathroom door. "Sure---y-yes, please! Thanks! Imma go--go shower now!"

The bathroom excursion was going along well. Olga purposefully made every effort to avoid looking at the mirror. Emotionally, and mentally, she currently felt okay, and wanted to keep it like that, without surveying the damage that was done. For now. The shower was like heaven, and after standing in the stall and just letting the hot water rain over her, she realized something very important.

She was in Sergei's shower.

He stood naked in here.

On top of that though---

There was his body wash, and his hair wash, and his soap and---

Olga totally picked each item up and sniffed it.

She didn't use any of it though---well, aside from a bit of the soap to wash away from dried blood, because she was about to go eat breakfast with him. He'd know if she smelled of all his things.

Then she couldn't help herself, since she was there. She poked through all the items on the counter next to the sink after she got out of the shower (still doggedly avoiding looking in the mirror). She felt a sense of giddiness in her gut at being able to look through (and sniff and touch) his things...and a bit of shame as well that she was so excited about it. Just a bit though. The cherry on top though was remembering, and slipping on, the sweat pants and sweater though. He wore these. Olga had the collar of the sweater up and over her nose, breathing in the scent in the bathroom, and also feeling a wee bit like a traitor. She couldn't tell her dad she'd been decked out in Navy gear. It was betrayal.

Eventually remember he was making food, Olga came out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, where she tried to look as normal as possible (like she hadn't been indulging in all his things). She then fetched the plate, a fork, and then took a seat across from him at the table.

"Thanks..." She half whispered, feeling the need to keep her voice down since he was on his laptop. "This smells and looks really good."

Olga wanted to talk to him about some stuff, but he was just so enthralled in his stuff, she decided not to right now, and instead fell silent and ate.

Except she ate and stared at him.



Because he was Sergei not scowling, but also because he was Sergei not scowling wearing his readers.

Spank bank.

It's okay that he ignored her, and for once, Olga was content to be sitting near him in silence as she ate. The problem was though that the omelette was really good and she had a healthy appetite, so she finished it quickly. Which meant she had been contently sitting in silence and staring at the Russian for that amount of time.

"Huh?" She replied distractedly, and blinked. "Oh---yeah." She glanced at her empty plate, and then back up at him. "I am resting!" Sitting at this table. Chill. Calm. So chill. "Um, I wanted to ask you something, actually..."