"My Armsmen excel at protecting my life," is her answer, and then another small hint of a smile, "so it must just be you." So long as he doesn't treat her as if she's a child, she'll allow her good nature to seep back into the conversation.

Olivia moves to make her way back at the camp, gesturing for him to follow and not even bothering to ask. It's the assumption that comes with status and power, and Olivia is oblivious to it.