[She follows him easily enough, skipping steps without having to worry about losing balance and tripping, thanks to her tail.

She stays quiet for a moment after he speaks; Olivia has never lost anybody, never really cared enough about anyone for that thought to even cross her mind, so she's not quite sure about what to say.] I'm uh, sorry for your loss...

If we're really in the past I'd say try it, I guess? But like, don't say anything weird thing about the future or say who you are because then you'd mess with the timeline and somehow end up being your own grandpa. [She says, completely deadpan.] Like in movies, you know?