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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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	It was about a second after it was reiterated that Oliver visibly moved his head towards the console. He was doing everything he could to compartmentalize his feelings at the moment, but that was a big revelation, and he wanted to delve more into it, but [i]not now[/i]. As the ship flew up and back down, he breathed a sigh of real relief. They were in the home stretch now, they just had to get out of here, and he could maybe pass out on the way to wherever they were heading next. He was desperately exhausted at this point, and needed something to eat.

	As people started to board the ship, he was almost instantly in Niah's arms, hugging her. He was so glad to see she was safe, "[color=7d16c7]Sorry um, for leaving you out in the rain.[/color]" He said, giving her a big squeeze. "[color=7d16c7]I'm really glad you're not dead either.[/color]" His voice was quiet, and he was visibly tired, but joyous. Letting her go, he looked around and took a headcount, his eyes lingering on Folly and Darcy, but not saying anything. He was always cautious around new people, but he was too spent to be paranoid at the moment. His gaze shifted towards Sparky as she stepped out of the room, then waiting for somebody to take charge of the situation.