"I've found I can't stand the taste of coffee, though my coworkers live by it." She casually shrugs her shoulders, following Adia carefully to the nice cream stand. Her eyes are scanning each door, noticing an odd pattern between some of them. There are different plaques and symbols, some being completely foreign to her. "Adia...Do you know if a corresponding door would look like something only a certain person could recognize?"

Her brain is back on the conversation of resources, thinking about how abundant the Nexus in such commodities. "It might take a long time to recover, but having a stable community helps. I take it you've never shared the Nexus with them? Or have you brought over any additional items from here to assist with the living?"

Ah she's slipped up, but Olivia's recovery is almost perfect, seamlessly answering the offered question calmly. "I wouldn't. My calling is with the mortuary science field, however, I would certainly try to correct my past mistakes if at all possible. I considered being a forensic autopsy technician, but fate had other plans in mind." As for viruses, she's compelled to think about recent gossip in the Nexus about such topics. "Then the Nexus is probably a breeding pool of all sorts of potential outbreaks. Who takes care of the people that fall ill here?"