She smiles winningly to her double. It's awful and smug in its own way, while somehow remaining some shade of genuine. "Hey, no problem." She safeties and holsters her handgun, confident enough that they're in no imminent danger. She's a quick enough draw anyway, she feels. (Possibly unfairly, given the advantage some of the beings in this place have.)

"I had intended to say hello in person," she begins, shrugging one shoulder, "but I couldn't have timed this better if I tried." Fauxlivia tilts her chin to indicate Olivia's wound. "You should get over to the Glory Shada to get that looked at." It's a bit as if they're old friends, but she's always sort of obnoxious like that. What's worse is that there are a slew of issues that could, or even should be addressed here that she doesn't even touch. And it isn't likely being postponed because one of them should seek medical attention.