"Mmm, Orsinov," Olivia muses. "Good to know about the explosives. I'm certain I could pull a few favors with the Desolation."

Now that Olivia looks at him, she's nearly certain that this is some version of the scruffy, interdimensional drifter that ended up finding his way to Dietrich van Oort's guest bedroom. He'd been found in abysmal shape under the Olentangy Trail bridge, tattered and bloodsoaked and without his memory. Olivia refrains from confusing him with such details. It's not her style. If Montrell were here, he could do that.

Olivia smiles tightly at the question. "Ritual went wrong," she replies vaguely. "You know how it is."