"Beth Greene, then," Olivia says with a bow of her head. It's not as deep as the one she gave Rani -- but it's respectful all the same. "A pleasure." Her voice is slightly accented, not the deep gutturals of the soldiers. There's a hint of flatness to it, akin to an American accent of old.

Olivia folds her hands together, lips pursing as she takes in the young woman standing in front of her. As the woman doesn't offer any further explanation for her presence, Olivia turns her attention back to Rani. "A matter of slight urgency? Is she in danger, somehow?" She hardly means to talk over Beth's head as an insult. Rani seems to have taken the girl in-hand, and therefore she appeals to who might be the authority on whatever matter it is.