Now that at least his head was no longer in pain, it was easier to pretend things were somewhat normal and he was back at work, cleaning up after a long night. Sure, back in New York he wasn't accosted loudly with shouts of "двигаться в сторону!*" but he could at least try to deal for now.
While working his way through the never ending pile of dishes, Oliver barely registered on his radar as all the others who rushed around him. That is, until he heard the whispered words in his own language. Will kept his own voice low just in case. "Shit yeah. Tell me you're from New York." It was his secret way of making sure the man was also from Bellum. Couldn't be too careful, not now.