Oliver had been in a weird mood for most of the morning. The fact that their planned time frame for Simms had been shortened without warning irked him a bit, but Owen was in charge of that sort of thing now, he knew he had to give the guy some space to make it work, within reason. He was glad that Owen had listened to his concerns though, and that showed a lot of promise for him working with whatever unit got voted in. He hadn't brought up his conversation over the network with Cecilia, much in the same way he'd kept his mouth shut about his own conversation with Owen weeks earlier, hoping that the pair would meet in the middle somewhere soon. He was also doing his best not to think about is conversation with Edwin too hard, but out of everything that was the most difficult. He had work to do, for now.
Upon entering his own room, he'd opened his mouth to start a greeting when he focused in on the finger prodding him in the arm. He blinked up at Marco's face, the corner of his mouth twitching as he moved to set the plate with two sandwiches down, then lowered the mug to show Marco that it was full of cocoa and marshmallows before placing that down alongside the plate on the desk. A question? This was bound to be interesting.
"You can ask me as many questions as you want," he promised, turning so he could face Marco a little better. "What's up?"