Olive's heart goes out to her. The whole thing is incredibly weird, and she's not entirely sure yet how she feels about it. What she is sure of, however, is that her friend is worried — scared, even — and that takes precedence even over the situation they're in. The police are close, and part of her just wants to leave, wiping her knife against her skirt before she slides it into its sheath, but she knows that looks even worse. Her friend's plight takes up more of her attention, though.
She heads over on an impulse, reaching for Bekah's hand. "Look, whatever that is, you're our friend. And Summer's right, you totally just saved our asses, and I am one hundred percent behind you."
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She heads over on an impulse, reaching for Bekah's hand. "Look, whatever that is, you're our friend. And Summer's right, you totally just saved our asses, and I am one hundred percent behind you."