Considerably paler than she had been before going downstairs, Olive carried the tray of Cocoa Puffs and too-bitter coffee, grunting as she bumped into Athena. Luckily nothing spilled too much, just the milk and coffee splattering a bit on the plate. "Hey. How's Declan doing?" She asked, voice more clipped and back straight, taut like a wire.<br/><br/>She was going to be sick.<br/><br/>"There's food there for you too. It's not gourmet or anything, but it'll do to fill an empty stomach," she mumbled. Olive held the tray out, almost shoving it into Athena's arms. It wasn't like she meant to be rude on purpose. She jut wasn't thinking clearly.<br/><br/>She needed to read for a while, drink some tea, unwind....right after she made sure the officers were okay.