Verity nodded, moving to the opposite side of the table to take hold of Oliver's opposite hand. She sat down in the chair there and braced herself. She wasn't happy about the turn of things, but she had to be relieved that Oliver was still alive, and relatively well. He wasn't missing limbs, he hadn't had his brain altered.
"I'm ready." She said, lifting her hand to brush some hair off of Oliver's forehead.