Nathan stepped away, suddenly startled by someone nearby. Oh shit. It's Oliver. Shit, it's Oliver, suddenly appearing in his living room. "Uh, yeah, it is."

The other two immediate members of the band looked about as startled. Murderface's jaw half open, and Pickles just sort of staring, before speaking. "Hey, Nate'n. Did dat guy just, ya know, teleport in here? I thahght only we could do dat!"

"Yeah, this is, uh, Oliver. A pal of mine..."

Nathan seemed to be recovering from the initial whoa what the fuck is Oliver doing in my house moment. Pardon his hesitant, slow speech.