"An underage muggleborn who thinks it's a smart idea to face an unknown wizard face-on even though she's on the run needs all the help she can get," Oliver replied, evidently amused at the girl's spunk.
"So do you want me to invent a name for you or will you offer something? Invent a name for yourself if you want to." He dropped his hand, the proceeded to elaborate. "Look, I know that for all you know I could be a Death Eater or a psychopath or both. There's no way I can prove to you that I'm not and I doubt there's a way I can prove to you that I really do want to help you." Oliver paused and rubbed the back of his neck thoughtfully. As per usual when it came to talking it seemed as if he was handling things badly. "Just ask yourself if you want to risk it or not. Otherwise I could just..." He stopped again, thinking. "I could leave care-packages around for you. I mean, it can't be easy to get by when you're on the run and I could get you whatever you need and you could pick it up from a hiding place when I'm not around."