It isn't so much curiosity that has Olivia's green eyes following Hellboy's imposing figure as it is recognition. There's a moment where she wavers, and realises that others might be watching her watching him, and it makes her conscious of her staring.

After a breath, she pushes herself to her feet and approaches his table, ungloved hands wrapped around her warm mug of java. "Hi. Hellboy, right? I'm Olivia. We talked over the network."

Not generally one to be awkward, she does find herself feeling a bit without a plan of action at the moment. "I wanted to thank you for talking with me when I arrived. I really appreciate it."