Oliver waited, sipping at his coffee, glancing at her screen once but realizing that he probably shouldn't pry into whatever she was doing. That would be rude and, besides, the windows were moving too fast for him to see anything anyway. He was content to sit there, swinging his stunted legs, making progress on his coffee, and making plans to make his father's life hell.
Or, if he couldn't do that, he could at least siphon off some resources for himself. His father hadn't cut off his credit card yet and that was a good thing, that meant he could go into town and buy up all the alcohol he could carry or drag back to the Cirque, but it was a matter of principle.
Eventually, Maya looked down at him and Oliver gave her an understanding smile. "Of course. We're all a little frazzled, I think, what with all the dolls and the draining nightmares." He felt a bit bad for approaching her with nothing to offer other than a question, other than a task, but it was too early for his go-to, too early for rum, and he sipped at his coffee again. "I was just wondering how secure our online banking is." He said lightly. "I have access to some rather large accounts and, while I'd like to move some assets around, I wouldn't want to open them up to potential threats."