Oliver didn't know exactly what table his phone had been on, but figured it wasn't that important. He couldn't say that he was terribly bothered by the fact that someone who had obviously needed something to communicate with had taken it, though he could feel himself opening his mouth to ask if they'd looked at his photo gallery. He assumed probably not if Scotty had only just realized it was his phone by looking at his wallpaper, which was probably good.
His phone pinged a couple of times, but he was distracted by Marco's cry, his attention immediately moving back. It wasn't as if anyone who had seen Chase's face wouldn't recognize what that was. He looked down at his own arms, then pulled the collar of his shirt back to inspect his chest and abdomen. He couldn't see anything, and he wasn't about to strip down to his skivvies in the middle of the bar in his current company, especially knowing that Edwin was likely going to insist on a thorough inspection later.
"Stands to reason we've all got one, probably. Everythin' else seems to be addin' up the same way it did with Chase and Ivy," he looked back to Marco, from his spot on his arm, then to his face. "I'll let the people at the nature center know that the last place you saw Harper was the shed. If they're still hangin' around there, I'm sure someone'll detour to go check."