At the sound of Peter's voice interrupting her thoughts (and her very obviously talking to herself, that was embarrassing), Olivia jumped. It wasn't the most dignified move, and she spilled a little of her drink on the floor, but she barely noticed. She stared at her district's escort like a deer in headlights. Usually she would immediately glower and be as rude to him as possible, but she hadn't been anticipating him, and was already inebriated enough that her guards didn't immediately go up.
"I'm, uh. Fine. I'm fine," Olivia lied through her teeth. Why was he asking how she was? Why did he even care? He couldn't, she was sure of it. People from the Capitol wouldn't know real empathy if their lives depended on it. She'd spent enough time around them to know that much. They were all shallow, vain, and completely oblivious to any real human pain. Which was ironic, since the Games were nothing but pain, and citizens of the Capitol seemed to center their entire lives around it.
Trying to prove that she was fine, she stood up a little straighter and sniffed, feeling a little moisture in the corner of her eye and attempted to wipe at it without Peter noticing. The last thing she wanted was for anyone here to take pity on her, but especially him.
She flinched at the mention of Ender's name. Olivia was determined not to make a scene, but Peter offering her a hug actually made her laugh a little hysterically. "A hug? You actually know how to give those?" She immediately cut herself off and cleared her throat, shaking her head like she was wrestling with herself. "I mean - sorry. Too much gin. Or what I wish was gin. This is too... pink."