Oliver smiled as someone else entered the room, glad that his offer of help was being accepted. He knew that it had to be strange, trusting someone to watch you while you slept- but given the circumstances, there was really no other option. People had to sleep. Forcing themselves to stay away was just going to cause other problems, and God knows if the Island was trying to weaken them-
It didn't bear thinking about.
"Hello. Yes, it looks like it," he replied, matching her soft tone. "Do you want a cup of tea or something?" he asked, gesturing to the table. Cyborg or not, he was still British. It only seemed right.