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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color] Niah's Room
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] N/A 
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	"[color=7d16c7]A good bit's happened while you were under.[/color]" Oli said, walking over to her and sitting by her bedside. His eyes flicked over to the leg and the bag; under normal circumstances his mind would go wild considered the capabilities and science behind a bag that was clearly bigger on the inside, but he couldn't afford to let himself get distracted. They were on a clock again, a situation that was starting to become familiar. "[color=7d16c7]Firstly, thank you for asking, thanks to Dr. Larson, my mother is on track to recover.[/color]" A smile touched his lips as he said that, looking back over at the good doctor.

	Oliver leaned in close, and whispered then, not wanting the nurses to hear, "[color=7d16c7]On the other hand, the end of the world is nigh.[/color]" He said, with a bit of a sigh. "[color=7d16c7]I have a plan, but we gotta get out of here, and back with the team. If you're not up for it.... I get it, but your help would doubtlessly be indispensable.[/color]" Oliver didn't want to pressure Niah into doing anything, she had just lost a leg and all, but there were big things at stake. Her abilities were one of the few that could hopefully identify skrulls, without that, they'd have no idea who they were even fighting.