At that moment, hearing what Oliver had just said, Cora found herself still staring at him - her eyes moving across his face as though she were searching for something specific in his expression, some detail that would help the pieces of tonight finally lock into place in a way that made coherent sense.
Oliver cleared his throat slightly, and when he spoke again his voice carried a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the authority he had been wielding inside the warehouse.
