[ When Olivia gets to the rooftop, she's got her gun out and pointed at him, and she doesn't move far out from the doorway at first, just in case he's ready for her.
He is ready for her, just... not the way she thought. Not in a way that means he's going to shoot her, at least, and is that a bow he's holding? That's almost more confusing than the brightly-colored lawn chair he's sitting in, honestly, and Olivia just stares at him for a moment, clearly wondering what the hell is going on here.
She doesn't lower her gun, though, by even a fraction of an inch, and she recovers from the confusion quickly, her usual serious, professional mask slipping back onto her face a moment later. ]
I didn't know I was expected. [ She pauses, and then does step forward out of the shelter of the doorway, slow and even and cautious. ] You want to put the weapon down and identify yourself?
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He is ready for her, just... not the way she thought. Not in a way that means he's going to shoot her, at least, and is that a bow he's holding? That's almost more confusing than the brightly-colored lawn chair he's sitting in, honestly, and Olivia just stares at him for a moment, clearly wondering what the hell is going on here.
She doesn't lower her gun, though, by even a fraction of an inch, and she recovers from the confusion quickly, her usual serious, professional mask slipping back onto her face a moment later. ]
I didn't know I was expected. [ She pauses, and then does step forward out of the shelter of the doorway, slow and even and cautious. ] You want to put the weapon down and identify yourself?