What? [Genuinely surprised by the question is he. Oliver stops, half-turning, holding himself in that stiff way he unconsciously adopts, a posture that says he's not quite sure how to behave while standing upright and in the open as opposed to crouched in the dark.] You were fine. I know she can be a little... intimidating, but she's just guarded. It's.

[He pauses.] It runs in the family.

[A gesture toward the end of the hall, to one of the last doors, which he opens. The 'guest room' looks like a penthouse suite at a pacific-northwestern hotel.] Is this all right? I'll... We'll... Clothing won't be an issue.