For a few moments, Oliver was disturbingly unsure of what this man was going to do. The way he was regarding him, he couldn't help but think that he might actually stab him. Which was ridiculous, wasn't it? All he'd done was shown up here! He wondered what sort of world this man must be from, for that to be his first reaction to someone new.

However, the man eventually sheathed the weapon, and Oliver breathed a sigh of relief. That would have been a horrible way to go. But when the man finally spoke to him, Oliver made a face, really not liking the first impression that muteness, yet again, seemed to make. Really, it was lucky that he'd gotten to know so many people before this had happened because getting reactions of disgust would have gotten very tiring very fast otherwise. Then again, it was rather tiring anyway. It wasn't like he could help it!

Content that the sword was safely sheathed and hoping to dispel the idea of uselessness as quickly as possible, he held up a finger for the man to wait as he reached into his back pocket with his other hand, withdrawing his black datapad. He held the button to turn it on, then used the touchscreen to bring up a notepad. He typed a brief message, considered it, and then decided that he really was annoyed at the man's clear prejudice toward muteness and typed a bit more. He wasn't usually one to be moody, but the frustration of being mute was starting to wear on him. He held out the datapad for the man to see.

I can type. Hope I can talk again soon.