She really didn't know what they were. She knew they weren't Risen and that seemed to be all that mattered. Well. They weren't Risen and there was one perfectly content striking up silent conversation with an dark-haired young man. He looked perfectly capable of handling himself. At first anyway, and in the back of her mind, Olivia thought to ask him to act as an escort for her.

But things turned for the worse.

He went down. Down enough to be open. Without even really thinking about it, she tried to recall what the Shepherds would do. Save the innocent. Bring about something akin to justice. She could do that. She could at least try. And that was what she intended on doing. She took her sword in hand, despite its weight, and rushed into the fray of things.

"I didn't want to do this," she said aloud, mostly to herself. "You've given me no choice!"

It wasn't the most graceful swing of her sword, but it did what she wanted it to. It got that purple glob off of Inigo.