Olga doesn't even look up. She's idly fishing in the pocket of her tattered jacket for her crumpled pack of cigarettes. Her fingernails tease open the foil and she gingerly extracts another cigarette, putting it between her lips.

Only then does her cool gaze level at the battle mage.

"So you don't care. Fine." She cups a hand around the tip and it flares to life. "Do you think you would go unavenged?"