Olivia

”You're right, I was a bit hasty.” Olivia brushes some hair from her face, the tension in her body starting to lessen as she slides the meat cleaver back into the butcher's block. Pacing closer to basil (marshy's), there's a seemingly anxious fidgeting to the unnerved maid. “If we hurry, we can remove the proof from this mess before they come to their senses or are able to call for help. Listen,” Olivia begins in hushed tones, reaching over to smoothly slide the knife away and retrieve it safely, ”we must move with care. Sneak her out of the house first, she could possibly be heavier than you think—“

Olivia hesitates for a moment, still panting and clutching the meat cleaver tightly. She slowly puts it down on the nearby counter as she approaches you cautiously. Her eyes are wide with fear and adrenaline, but there's also a sense of relief in them now that she knows you're safe. She gently takes hold of your hand, offering you some comfort. "I'm so sorry, charles the spider train. I didn't mean to scare you like that. Are you hurt at all?" she asks, concern etched on her face.