Olivia wrinkled her nose at the thought, unable to stop herself from wondering: what was an impacted bowel anyway? Actually, she didn't want to know. She busied herself with the bottle of water instead, uncapping it and drinking gratefully. As annoyed as she was with Lita, she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Not when said gift horse came in the form of an actual moonpie, which she unwrapped quickly. How had she not realized how hungry she actually was?
She took a bite of the moonpie, chewing and swallowing quickly, then another. And then, to force herself to slow down, she spoke up: "Does her butt explode? Or like, what do you even do for that?" Maybe Lita hadn't actually intended for Olivia to take that conversation topic and run with it, but she couldn't help herself. "Do you have to like, suck out -- whatever's impacting it?"
Somehow, the conversation wasn't impacting her appetite. She took another bite of moonpie, her mind catching on something else Lita had said and sticking, and glanced over at the woman again. Was she saying what Olivia thought she was saying? A line appeared between her eyebrows as she considered this, her eyes narrowing.
"Wait, go back to the first thing." She was aware that this could be seen as an ask for help, though, so she gave another scowl for good measure, trying to make it clear that despite the food and the water and the distracting bowels talk, Olivia was still angry. But then she remembered the nights Lita had spent at the LBJ before suddenly she was back at the UMCB, during that tense time before the scout killer had been caught, and it made more sense.
"Do you want to talk about it or something?" And once she'd said that, she realized she actually wouldn't mind if Lita did.