[The human captive takes advantage of the opportunity to flee as soon as she lets her go. Oliver's a little bitter at the lack of support, but it's not surprising. Could he really blame her even if the humans in this town didn't hate monsters so much? She got away, and hadn't that been what Oliver wanted?]

Oliver.

[Just his name doesn't seem likely to convince her to lower that knife though. He has to tell her what she wants to hear, and if she's new that's got to be answers. Where she is. What's happening. Who brought her here. Those are always the things people want to know.]

Did you just wake up here? You did, right? You don't have to threaten people to get answers. Just ask. Monsters anyway. Humans are usually a little less friendly to newcomers.

[He's not entirely coherent under imminent threat, and he seems to realize it, slowing his babble down long enough to take a breath. He does glance over his shoulder briefly, as though assessing his odds at getting away if he has to run.]

I can answer your questions. I just have to know what they are.