Olaf raises his brow, not bothering to hide his bemusement. "Don't worry," he insists, leaning forward to rest a hand over hers. "I don't think you're one of those people," he promises, easing back when something hits him like the universe is trying to knock him off his seat with everything at once, which makes his head hurt enough to make him drink. "Alien?" he echoes. "Not a god?"