It had been a long time since she'd seen any Valerian in person. When she'd been younger, dabbling in things like potions and poisons, they'd been useful people to speak to, and even more useful people to buy from. Nowadays she didn't find much use for their products, but she'd spent enough time with some of them -- years, even -- to know one when she saw them.
Olivia's lips curled into a smirk. She pressed up from her chair and gathered up her drink with one hand, walking over to the corkboard and leaning against the wall as non-chalantly as could be. She'd started to come here more often lately, quietly waiting in the shadows in order to try to pick out someone who might be desperate enough to require her services without asking too many questions. When people started asking questions, she really started to doubt their committment -- and that was a problem. A big problem, really.
"I think that the last time I saw you, you might've been running naked through your parents' house." Probably not the most orthodox of greetings, but then again ... this wasn't the most orthodox of places.