There was a flicker of a smile that came unbidden at the thought of Lita force feeding her moonpies, but Olivia suppressed it as soon as she realized that would mean that she'd given in to whatever Lita wanted to do with the rest of this god-forsaken night. Hadn't her day already been shitty enough? Now she faced confinement with Lita and her attitude. ('Scrawny ass,' though? Olivia made a mental note to look at her butt in the mirror once she was inside.)
"Whatever," she said, rolling her eyes obviously before she set herself to the task of actually getting herself into the apartment. It wasn't like she had any other option or say in the matter, after all. Then, once the door was shut behind them both, she slowly made her way over to the bed and collapsed onto the foot of it, setting the crutches to one side and planting her palms down onto the sheets as she worked on catching her breath. The silence that came with Lita moving around the place was a welcome respite from the snarking the two of them had gotten into; her feelings about it being broken were surely made clear by the irritated look she shot Lita after the woman had spoken up again.
"Why would I not be mad? It's not like I hadn't been close to, you know, dying today." She spat the words out with the venom they deserved, but admitting it out loud -- the first time she'd really done that so far that day -- didn't make her feel any better. Her stomach was roiling with nausea at the very thought of how close she and Nadia had gotten to that fate. If Rodeo hadn't shown up when he had --
Olivia forced a sharp exhale and squeezed her eyes shut. Her hands balled the sheets up into her fists. "Just whatever," she said again. "Forget about it. It's fine."