Oliver scowled at Asch's response. "Yeah, I see that!" he retorted, his temper insisting on getting one more jab in. He was too mad to say what he was really feeling--how concerned he'd been about Asch because of the way the other man stormed off every time they talked. And how worried he was now, after seeing what he'd seen. It looked like there was more at work here than anyone should have to handle by themselves, and Asch wasn't letting him help, which frustrated Oliver to no end.

But he followed Asch instead of speaking up, even his curiosity about the world dimmed by the tension between them. He did keep a watchful eye out, though, both to take in the world around them and to hopefully catch sight of any more of those soldiers if they appeared. For Oliver, the atmosphere of this place felt heavy with the danger of the situation, and not in the way he was used to, with the Doctor close at hand making light of it. It was disturbing, to say the least. He was on edge.

As they walked, he wanted more and more to ask Asch for details. It felt like he was afraid of shadows--and shadows he didn't understand, at that. Just what was going on here? Why was Asch in danger, and what could be done about it? But he kept the questions to himself, partially because he didn't want to catch any unwanted local attention by talking but also because he was still fuming too much to be willing to show his worry. Asch was his friend! Oliver couldn't believe how he was acting right now--even though Oliver's own behaviour wasn't exactly better.