Oliver snorted at the return endearment, make a lame effort to roll his foot so his knee lightly nudged, Scotty in response. At least everyone seemed okay for the moment. He opened his mouth to ask what exactly Scotty had done, both not surprised in the slightest and hoping it might offer some context to their current position, but Marco's movements drew his attention first.
"Well, if the two of you are agreein', you're gonna have to elaborate," he grunted, managed to get himself upright enough to lean heavily on his elbow, reaching a hand out to pat it firmly but gently against Marcova arm. "You here with us, bug?“