The mercenary appreciated the well-timed change in conversation, even if it came at the expense of thinking about her old ship's destruction.

"I've only flown the Lich in combat once so far, and that's where you really get to know a fighter. But, so far, I can't complain. Handling's a lot different from my old Sutinga, especially do to the space frame's design. But it's rugged, doesn't mind getting doused in radiation. It's a bit heavy and sluggish, despite the auxiliary engines strapped under its stabilizers, but at least you don't have to worry about your engines getting disabled as easily. Primary, secondary, and auxiliaries all run on redundant lines."

Talking about something technical, tangible felt good, a pleasant change from the last few days' constant conversations about her condition and recent history. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she went on about her ship's firepower, armor rating, and interior comfort.

"Only real issue I have with it so far," she concluded, "is the power distribution. Those extra engines really tug at the reactor, and I don't feel like it's really powerful enough to handle them and the armament." She shrugged. "Something I'll have to get used to, I guess."

Olivia shrugged.

"I'm not really looking into messing with the Lich too much, at least not now. Besides, it's been years since I had the opportunity to learn how to fly a new ship. Might as well make the most of it."

She glanced at Nicole's arms, suddenly feeling very lucky that it had only been her skin that needed replacement after her near-death experience. Then she looked back up at the woman and smirked.

"If you can afford to run a carrier, surely you can afford some big guys to do the heavy lifting."

Olivia nodded her agreement and appreciation for Nicole's remarks. She inspected the plate of ribs before her, not entirely certain how to go at it. Raising her eyes to Nicole's plate, she observed her for a moment, before shrugging to herself and picking a bone up with her fingers. The meat peeled off easily and, drenched in a thick sauce, tasted delicious. The mercenary couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan, her expectations of the dish far exceeded. Her usual pilot's rations and the easy-cook meals she usually relied on tasted like ash and dust by comparison.

Enjoying the food, the mercenary tried to think back to the last time she had simply hung out and relaxed with someone. It had to have been months, before she left Liberty and got lost. And before that... She wasn't sure. It had been years since she had allowed herself to make close acquaintances, much less friends. Most of her time prior to settling in Liberty had been spent in solitude, whenever possible.

Finding herself in an unusually good mood, she glanced over to the younger Prower sister and smiled.

"Enjoying your day out?"

Not being able to help but smile, Olivia looked from Satsumi to Nicole.

"Your sister's a good person," she said, still addressing the younger sister. "She helped me with some trouble recently."

In the back of Olivia's mind, a small voice was whispering to her, cautioning her against getting too comfortable with the two sisters; against letting herself get too attached to them and risk the pain of loss later on down the line. At the same time, a second voice chided her, telling her to finally let go of the past and move on; make new friends and end the life of solitude she had made such great strides to escape over the past year.

"I like spending time with her, too, even if it's only occasionally."

The two voices faded away, each seemingly satisfied with her response. Olivia glanced down at her plate, surprised to find it already almost empty. She chuckled quietly to herself as she realized that the doctor's warning that her dietary meds might overstimulate her appetite had not been exaggerated.

Olivia laughed.

"To be fair, anything's better than the food paste and instant-meals I'm used to." She smiled broadly at Nicole. "Glad I took your recommendation, though. Ribs were great."

The mercenary leaned back in her seat, throwing an arm up onto the backrest, and glanced back and forth between the Prower sisters.

"Good to see yesterday's little... kerfuffle in Manhattan orbit did nothing to sour your mood," she observed.