Olivia Summers
Startled by the dagger shoved in her face, Olivia quickly inhaled a frantic gasp. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of her face. "I-is that...real?!" Her tense expression lightened to one filled with innocent marvel. She studied the dagger intently, noting the elaborate engravings and detail. "European. Medieval, perhaps..." Olivia's excited thoughts trailed off, as she noticed Genevieve backed into a corner of their kitchen holding a frying pan in defense. Not grasping the critcal situation entirely, she failed to withhold a small laugh. "Out of all things, you grab a frying pan?" Wearing an expression of naiive content, Olivia strolled into the kitchen to pour herself a tall glass of water. After hastily chugging it down in a few gulps, she exhaled a satisfied sigh and flung herself onto a couch in the living room. She sprawled herself out lethargically, carelessly letting her head hang off one of its arm rest.
After allowing her mind to drift into a distant daydream, Olivia became somewhat attentive at the presence of another unfamiliar, young male sitting opposite her. She turned her head slightly in both males' direction. "Are you guys friends of Jen or shumthing," Olivia's words began to slur as she yawned groggily, blinking slowly a few times.