Chase couldn't help the distinctly uncomfortable bleat that sounded from the back of his throat at the conversation topic, even if he knew it wasn't true. He supposed it was probably better not to correct or say anything, figuring that Scotty would just dive into more questions, but he was pretty sure that was going to happen anyway. At least this way they were directed at Kiley.
"I miss the bar," Jack sighed forlornly, turning Scotty towards the soda machine as they made it out of the doorway. "Most of the booze we had probably went to molotovs."
Oliver shifted, rolling a little onto his side while trying his best not to jostle Marco too much, needing a new position to save his back now that all of the other bodies were gone. His arm had been completely commandeered, and he was fine with that if Marco needed it more for the moment. "You wanna tell me about what happened?" he asked quietly, fairly sure that the others were mostly out of earshot.