Regardless, Olivia's all, "OK, I wanna hurt them too," and Peter asks what the problem is, then: "Are you worried about me?" Well, YES, you lummox, she is. With Walter eavesdropping, Peter explains that their daughter dedicated her life to freeing them and now they're going to dedicate theirs to making sure that means something. "When we win, when we beat them, I want everyone to know that Etta is responsible for the world being saved," he says. Oh, god, Peter's Facebook statuses will be COMPLETELY obnoxious when that happens.
Olivia says she wants that too. And you can tell she means it. "Then we have to do this. And we can, Olivia. Together," says Peter, holding her face in his hands and stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. With Walter still listening in -- and looking moved -- Peter pulls the grate off the secret escape hatch and tells Olivia to wish him luck.
Over at Anil's hideout -- which has FOUR deadbolts on the door -- Niemann lets in Peter and Anil, so they can check out the Observer, who's still unconscious and restrained on a table where he's being pumped full of some concoction that Anil says contains "A wee bit of this, a wee bit of that" (Anil being Scottish and all). "Cryoprotectants, osmolytes. Small molecules within their blood preventing damage to their vital organs. Compounds that act as natural anti-freeze." Peter's all "'anti-freeze'?" and Anil explains it keeps them tethered to this location: "They're actually not as hearty as you'd think. Their abilities are aided by tech."
Peter says he's heard that and then Anil runs some sort of scanner over the back of the Observer's neck, and there's a responsive glowing spot, showing the tech, I guess.
So Anil twiddles some knobs and pulls some levers on his homemade Observer antifreeze to wake up the Observer, who Anil has rotated to an upright position on the table. "Rise and shine!" Anil says, slapping the Observer, who opens his eyes. Anil introduces the Observer to his friend: "He's meaner than I am. So I guess you know where that leaves you," says Anil. Still on the slab, I suppose.