"Both ears." Olivia took a seat on one of the stools and nodded, leaning her elbows onto the table and flicking one of the packs over at him. The novelty of being out of the Library was something that was few and far between, these days. She welcomed the change of pace; how nice it must be to only have one or two people for company most of the time! Surely Erik would prefer his helper to her eight roommates.
"You totally should. I imagine kind of like a satellite dish in my head?" She held her hands out wide -- not like Erik needed help figuring out what a satellite dish was, but Olivia was one to gesture more often than not. "And that thing in the center shoots them out. You'd have to hollow it out in order to get the death rays through there, but." Science had never been her strong suit, but that was why she had Erik for things like this.
She watched him eagerly as he started to fiddle with the headphones and forced a smile when he asked about LBJ. "Yeah. That's a good way of putting it. A totally delicate and diplomatic way of putting it." Olivia shrugged a shoulder. "I mean, it's super messed up, you know? But I don't know why they're hampering running their shelter by not letting us go out. Especially since it didn't happen to them outside. And if I can feel that way and it was one of my friends who got killed the first time --" Talking about Andrea still sucked, but it was easier to think about her as the days went on. That kind of sucked, too. "I don't know."