Lois arched a brow at him. "If I had known you were living here I would have waited inside. I have one pair of shoes to my name now, Oliver, are you trying to make me wear them down?" she asked, her tone teasing.
It had been awhile since she had seen Oliver face to face and with all the chaos of the last few weeks, present craziness excluded, it was nice to see a familiar face. She offered him a smile back, lightly hitting him on the arm. "Anywhere in particular you want to talk? You might want to start with Tess and why I shouldn't finish what she started in the bullpen. If what she was telling me was even true."
Which Lois seriously doubted. She wouldn't trust that woman as far as she could throw her.