A small, faint smile hits the edge of her lips before it fades into a perceptive blankness broken only by one raised brow. "I do not. The Count has other things on his mind, at present." And the outsiders are not worth taking him away from that when they do not present a threat. Or at least one not mitigated currently by their guards -- if she truly thought they were more than that, she wouldn't consent to meeting with any of them.

"Of course," she continues, with an air of nonchalance, "you would be allowed to meet with him if you had an escort. Someone who could vouch for your sincerity and eagerness to join the cause." Olivia would never think of interrupting Piotr for something so small as making sure this Vorrutyer cousin of his could join the fight, but she's not above letting the threat of it hang over him to see his response. His behavior previously does not endear him to her, or make her inclined to trust him further than she can throw him. "It wouldn't do to let that enthusiasm go to waste -- it is sorely needed here."