"Sounds like you're familiar with the type," Oliver said, and though his tone was a little dry, he wasn't entirely surprised. While he doubted kidnapping civillians went against the already-questionable morals of people who thought kidnapping was a good recruitment strategy and auditory torture a fun party game, it probably would go against their sense of efficiency. Which really made him wonder what the actual purpose behind that noise had been, come to think of it. It had to be some kind of distraction, surely.

Oliver raised his free hand to rub at his temples, the gesture formed more by habit than any real hope that it would drive off the dregs of the ache rattling around his skull. He resisted the urge to shake his head to dislodge the ringing; it was more likely to ruin his balance.

"I'm fine," he replied after a moment. "Been worse after a bad concert. How about you? Are you good to keep moving?"