Oliver started to smile a little again. He certainly hadn't meant for the Plane to do this to him, but so far he was seeing places that he'd wanted to go to but his friends hadn't been willing to take him. And as long as nothing bad happened as a result, that was perfectly all right with him. "Yeah, it sorta works out for me," he admitted.

He gestured past Saga at the incredible landscape, hoping his friend didn't mean to keep him confined to a few pillars until he left. "Can I look around? Oh, wait!" Remembering something very important, he began to dig with one hand in his newly dimensionally-transcendental pockets (courtesy of the Doctor). "I've got something for you."