"Well maybe it'll get moving?" Angelica offered though it was mostly jest. At least they seemed to be capable of moving on from this point. They'd be greeted at the door by Olivier without much incident or even needing to alert her to their return. It seemed she was indeed attentive, but if she wasn't she would have died a long time before now. It was part of her instinct to be so aware of her own surroundings. Whatever the case, after leaving the space she shut the door to the cell behind them looking in on Geoffroy and shaking her head. This poor man was in a bad way and there was never any way to fix it, that she could find.
But there were more important things on the list right now. According to Charles he felt nothing odd about Olivier. She felt to him as she always did and he only knew for a fact that Angelica felt strange and that he was weird because Angelica told him so. Ah, that would make a bit of sense. A small bit of information would come from Olivier about the things she'd come to understand. "Mana signatures are acknowledged by individuals strangely, in the case of most normal humans, their mana sense ends up connected to whatever ever sense they've trained the most. To me, you smell a bit different, slightly stronger, a bit like her and like someone else, but I can't exactly place it," she said her nose up in the air. "Meanwhile she... smells like the open sky on a starry night. That probably doesn't make sense but that's what I'd equate it to," she said with a casual shrug. "As for what about me, it's easier to skip the questions, both of you touch the mark with your senses active, you'll understand," she said with completely related posture. What mark, the visible one right above the start of her cleavage visible to all.
Angelica looked at the lass, she was willing to play along and reached out with one finger, leaving room for Charles to also touch the mark on her chest. When both of them touched it, a pulse would occur, which was more akin to a minor leak. Cold would be the feeling but it wasn't just cold, it was like running into a head wind in the middle of a blizzard and the blizzard was consciously trying to tear you apart, literally trying to destroy everything it could even through that finger. Of course it wouldn't actually happen but that was the source of Olivier's power. Angelica's eyes widened as she looked up at Olivier, whatever that power was, felt... opposite of what Angelica was herself. "What is that?" she asked seemingly confused by the contradiction between the woman who was so nice to her, and the obvious destructive power within her body.