Ollie loved animals. He had always been a dog person before everything went down, to the point where he'd actually suggested to Allie that they plan a heist to "liberate" a Siberian husky from its not-so-wholesome owners because Ollie was sure that he could take care of it better. They hadn't ended up doing it, but the seriousness with which Ollie had referred to that mission was the same seriousness that he held his adoration to animals. It hadn't faded, even after the feds had send their German Shepherds chasing him that fateful day in the Smithsonian, so it likely wouldn't ever change.
However… one thing that he did not like were growling dogs, baring their teeth and looking at him like he was a morsel. No, that would never be atop his "list of favorite things." He raised his hands in surrender, though his hand was still on his pistol, he sincerely hoped that the dog relaxed a little bit.
The dog was shortly followed by a human being, a man, and Ollie raised his eyes to look at him. "Uh, it's okay," he said, turning his head to look back down at the dog. "Mind calling her off? I kinda like my leg attached to the rest of me, you know?" Sarcasm was a good tension breaker, Ollie figured. "You weren't loud, by the way," he said calmly, "I wouldn't have known you were even here if not for your furry friend here."
He looked around the apartment and chuckled. "You weren't kidding when you said you took most of the stuff. Pretty stark in here. Was there much to begin with?"