Oliver rubbed Pam's back as he listened to them do as he'd asked, hardly blaming them for their irritation, and he decided not to point out that it didn't necessarily have to be freeing to get hypothermia. He watched carefully as Kiley stood, wondering if maybe he shouldn't offer to carry her. They'd see how she'd do. At the mention of Chase he glanced down at the bags again, frowning. He had questions now, a lot of them, but a promise was a promise and the rest could wait.
"We'll clean it up later. I wager he'd appreciate havin' you back faster than takin' even more time." He opened his coat so Pam could escape, gesturing with his head. "Get somethin' warmer on, then we're outta here."