Olga's cigarette dangles from her lips in a way that suggests it might fall at any moment. Her hand continues to move over the Katya's shoulder, her senses feeling the psychic wounds that run deep beneath the surface.

A tension forms around her eyes.

"Katya. If you are meant to go home, a way will -- present itself."

There's a small hand gesture that goes with that statement. Opening the way is something every Other learns in their first year. (Else they die.)