Truth be told, these days Oliver's mind was seldom on his job. Of course that was because his job these days couldn't compare in the least to the one he'd had before the war. Or, incidentally, to planning a revolution.
Meeting Lee and working on their plans had finally brought the concept of "doing something" within reach and for the most part Oliver's mind was busy thinking up ways to get all the parts he and Lee had settled on. It was that why he barely paid attention to the bored voice, demanding his attention. He groaned in annoyance, his patience stretched too thin anyway.
"Would you like me to blow some pure and proper sugar into your arse, too, Miss...ANGELINA!" The scowl on his face gave way to a grin that was so wide, it threatened to split his face in half. A moment later Angelina was in his arms and he hugged her back fiercely. Alive. Angelina, too, was alive and here!. Oliver blinked rapidly and felt his throat constrict with emotion. He held on to his friend like a drowning man, conveniently ignoring the other customers who wore looks ranging between sympathy, disgust, amusement and compassion.