"Director." He corrected without seeming to deduce her discomfort. He hadn't seen any insignia that would have led him to that title, but he didn't mind amending his statement either.
Her come back had him chuckling though, and Ollie moved to secure his quiver next to him, and lay his bow across his lap, leaning back again to pull his hat back down over his face. Even he could tell that he was getting under the nice director's skin, but she didn't really seem to know who she was dealing with. Ollie could be stubborn as a mule when he dug his heels in, and though he hadn't actually done so yet, she hadn't been giving him a whole lot of motivation to come around to her side aside from the nebulous non-threat that "no we totally won't kill you when we're done with you like those other guys will".
She also seemed to highly overestimate how many of the people he loved actually wanted him alive. She had probably never met Roy.
"Director, I've had a long day. Lots of running, jumping, climbing. That kind of thing. Unless you have anything other than saying 'we're not quite as bad as the other guy' in your bag of tricks, I hope you won't mind if I use this time to take a well-deserved nap."