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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color]  Quinjet -> Outside palace
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] 
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	Oliver felt an odd juxtaposition of relief and shame, glad he wasn't getting punched in the face, but upset with the fact that he had endangered the crew. Fumbling around as they prepared to get off the ship, he silently reached for a mask, figuring he'd be needing one now. Affixing it to his head, he rubbed the back of his head, thoughts swimming with everything that had just happened. "[color=7d16c7]Uh, sorry if this is a weird question, but you're an Inhuman yeah?[/color]" He asked,, addressing Crystal, "[color=7d16c7]Why isn't the mist affecting you?[/color]" Granted, Inhumans were a pretty big gap in the things he knew, that didn't seem to mesh with what he knew now.

	He game a nod at Tempest, before giving a slightly annoyed look at Maria. He didn't like being talked down to, even if he just fucked up big time. "[color=7d16c7]Right, I figured that much.[/color]" Hopefully that meant that his parents were still his parents, just as ignorant as he was, but he'd need to see if he could have them tested as soon as possible. This would at least be a phone call he'd need to make soon. Breathing a sigh of relief as Matt emerged, he nodded, "[color=7d16c7]You look fine, far as I can tell. I'm so sorry. That was stupid of me.[/color]" Giving a sympathetic look, he just hoped everyone didn't hate him now. As he continued, he followed along with the group, moving onward to meet this Medusa person.