[Oliver's expression goes neutral - the reaction is an automatic one at this point. His own hurts are irrelevant and deserved.] I can get you ID and generate a paper trail once I have access to my system again.

[He ducks into the bathroom, changing into a button-up shirt and jeans. The burner phone in the bag gets one use - calling the cab company - and he pockets it to toss once they're on the road. Paranoid, yes. But it makes him feel secure.

Oliver finishes buttoning his shirt over his Bratva tattoo and the stippled scar on his collarbone as he enters the main room again.] Ten minutes or so until the taxi gets here. The drive isn't long. If you need anything once you're settled, you can talk to Raisa. She isn't the type to ask a lot of questions where I'm concerned.