Livia hadn't bothered to fit with the clothing or customs of the time. She didn't see the point. Her only concession was swapping out her sword for one of her daggers. Less obvious, but it did the job just as well if she needed it to. Her sword she would keep for battle. For being dragged into a world at War to fight it, there was very little actual battling going on and it bored her. She needed to be a fighter. Needed to be something so much more than what this place was letting her be. It was stifling her and she was tired of it.
A flash of something caught her eye as she strode along the street, something familiar, that blue light that meant only one thing. It meant that the only person she wanted to see in her world had just arrived.
Her eyes lit up. Eyes focused on the man before her, he didn't care who stared, but the Roman suspected he'd care some that it was her, her eyes had lit up with a glee unlike any she'd had in her time here, even beating the moment she'd bested that little Amazon. Because now he was here, now she didn't have to go on any longer without the guidance she both needed and wanted in her life. Everything the others said, the foolishness about her being Eve. It didn't matter anymore.
Of course she didn't show anything like that in her reaction. She was going to be stoic until he got to her, and he always got to her, but it was part of their game. "Took you long enough to find me. Have you any idea how utterly boring it is around here?"