Oliver stepped inside, his eyes focusing on the bags for a second, looking at what contents he could see, wondering idly where all of this had come from. He focused on the stone coffin when Tobias stopped beside it, and it was evident that was where the girls were. He drew his phone out, turning the flashlight on and resting it face down on the stone so that it helped to illuminate the area.
Pam and Kiley looked rough, but he was so relieved to see them that his smile was more than genuine, despite already being able to tell that getting them out was going to be tough. The elation ebbed slightly as he took in more of their surroundings, and realized what exactly they'd been dealing with for who the hell knew how long. What They'd put them through. His smile faltered slightly, but he wasn't any less confident that they weren't going to have to spend much longer in there, provided things weren't worse than they looked. Already his brain was working out the logistics. "We'll get you right outta there, ladies. I know you're both worn the hell out, but are you hurt?"