Clearly unable to remain still, Katie paced the living room, still scowling. Even though Oliver's slip did thunder in her ears louder than it ever should have, she forced herself to ignore it and focus on the words that followed, instead. Words that made her stop abruptly to stare at him.
"Wait... what did you do?" She frowned, her eyes narrowing dubiously. Oliver's hasty decisions were possibly less dangerous than her own (Katie knew he was a far better strategist than her), but they could still be quite risky - all hasty decisions were, by definition.
Only then, Katie noticed the gift in Oliver's hands. Her eyebrows rose. It took some presence of mind to remember things like that in the middle of such mess - she had to give him credit for that.
"Sophie is upstairs," she noted in a low voice, still frowning slightly. "I asked her to stay there for a little while."