It was all he could do to get the quiver off his back before the plane started rattling and rolling around, pressing him back into the seat. Ollie kept one hand on the strap of his quiver and his bow, but the other held to the three-point restraints of the seat. He wasn't sure planes were supposed to be moving like this, and he was going to be much happier once his feet were back on solid ground.
Solid, American ground.
"I don't know, you don't look much like Santa either." He said, closing his eyes through one particularly nasty drop and roll of the plane. Yep. Shouldn't have had the local fare for lunch.
He stared at her blankly for a moment once he felt comfortable looking at the world again, the acronym seeming to mean nothing to him until he finally put two and two together.
"Ah. So you're The Man." He said, taking a moment to look her up and down before adding, "That's ironic."
Leave it to The Man to be a woman. Dinah would have been laughing her ass off if she were here. Or maybe not. He hadn't seen her in a very long time. His memory of her, at least, thought he was hilarious.
"Am I going to wish I had a lawyer with me? You would not believe the charges they rack up for these after hours calls."