Olivia's eyes narrowed at the mention of her running again. Maybe it was like, totally dramatic or whatever but could anyone blame her for having a difficult time imagining that? And sure, maybe she'd run again at least once in the future. She probably would. (It would suck so badly if she didn't.) But it had never just been about the act of running.
The sticking point, once it came time for Lita or whoever to cut this stupid fucking cast off her leg, would be whether she could regain a little bit of that greatness she'd had before. Maybe it was selfish, and maybe she was lucky to still have her leg or whatever, but the peppy encouragement Lita was trying to provide wasn't exactly helping all that much.
She turned her head to fix Lita with as withering a stare as she could, knowing all the while that she'd only managed a stubborn, downturned pout, even though a part of her wanted to laugh at the thought of picking up some abandoned Playboys for one of the Library residents. "I don't really want to be badgered right now, so that would be really great if you could. Besides, I think this is badgering enough."
Olivia gripped her crutch handles tighter. Her breathing was labored, coming out in short huffs as she continued to trudge her way up the stairs towards a long night with Lita. "What attitude are you talking about?"