It takes Olivia a moment to catch her breath, taking a glance over her shoulder as well in order to stare at the strange partiers. Everything Kyle says can be agreed upon with a nod of her head. "Yeah, it feels like we've stepped into a weird Mystery Science Theater episode. Those people just aren't right." She shouldn't poke into someone's personal history, holding back on asking about the 'getting shot at' comment.

Instead, the offer for a snack or drink takes precedence. "Sure, a grape snowcone sounds good right about now." She extends one hand to him politely. "Thanks for the help back there as well. I'm Olivia, and you are?"