Oliver grumbled his acquiescence, sitting up and averting his gaze to the phone out of decency while Edwin did his business. "Juno, yeah. Kiley too." He paused, considering his earlier thoughts, then continued. "Might be best to go for Jack first. I dunno if that's the sorta questionin' the girls might be up for. With Jack...I feel like that'd sorta help? Like talkin' to you about your DnD. His wheelhouse. Talkin' shop."
The sound of the bunk across the hall shifting drew his attention as Owen pulled himself out of it. He nodded once. "Still in one piece. No new news yet. Nothin' from Them." He gestured with a finger toward one of the cameras. "You holdin' in there?"