"I guess." Technically, Lita was right; Olivia could ask Maizie, but that was easier said than done and the thought of addressing it so bluntly was a terrifying one. "We'll see. It may not even come up in conversation once I come back, or anything." The excuse sounded weak as hell, but what was she going to do? She'd already had to go through so much today: the attack, the shock she'd fell into afterwards, the whirlwind of emotions that was already proving to be unpredictable. Had she also just like, come out for the first time? It was all too fucking much to bear. And the last thing she wanted was to mar her return to the LBJ with tough questions and conversations.
Besides, if Maizie wanted to bail or whatever, she'd probably make that pretty clear without Olivia having to ask her. Just the thought of it made her stomach turn, though."I hope she won't, though," she added, quieter. "Like, I hope she wants to stick around, I mean." She glanced sideways and over at Lita as the woman moved slightly away, then it her lip. "Thanks for not telling her." She didn't know Lita all that well, but it seemed like she was being legit just then. Olivia knew she'd owe her, later, if it ended up being true that she didn't snitch. "We're definitely going to tell her, so don't worry about that." As long as Maizie wanted to still deal with her.
But, like. She couldn't keep thinking about that, not if she could help it. And as much as she hated when people said things were going to be okay, how totally not okay she felt just then, she knew dwelling on her worries and the throbbing pains she felt all over was going to just keep making that headache even worse. Olivia nodded to show she'd heard the reassurance and that she'd consider taking it to heart, though she couldn't yet bring herself to verbalize out loud that she agreed. "Yeah, I'll have another one."