Oliver wiped his fingers over his mouth before pouring part of his fresh drink down his throat, then set the glass down on the bar in an overly precise way. So he wasn't hallucinating that either. He wasn't sure whether this made the situation better or worse.
"We seem to have slipped in through the same keyhole," he said, blinking at the blonde a little owlishly. "Is it my imagination, or do you look...younger?"