Oliver watched as Christine used the computer terminal, waiting for her to signal if he needed to do anything. She looked nervous, and that wasn't a good sign, but thankfully her relief when she finished was obvious enough even when he wasn't looking her in the eyes.

Trying to swallow his own nervousness, he nodded. "Yeah, okay. I can make a bed." Not that he did so very often, but it wasn't exactly the sort of skill one tended to forget. Chloe would be proud of him, really--and she would never let him live it down. He'd have to save this story for when he was old and infirm, he decided. The thought almost made him want to laugh, but his stomach was too full of butterflies for that.

"So um...what else can you tell me about the ship?" Admittedly, the question was as much to distract him from the very clinical smell of this area as it was out of his own curiosity. But he had a feeling that going through with this would be a lot easier if he and Christine could keep talking for now.