No. It's quite alright. Not like anyone was reading that or anything, assholes.
Oliver had suddenly become aware that there were others surrounding the board, eager to snatch the bounties that she just happened to be glancing over. 'Real, nice guys. Thanks. Stick 'm up your asses while you're at it.', clearly they were just being total dicks for no adequate reason but to feed their own gaping mouths. Like, fucking Hell, it was begging for scraps all over again. But in this case the leftovers were some fuck-off cuddly bear, a featherless killer chicken and an ugly-ass shape-shifter thing.
Talk about spoiled for choice!
Maybe she could get away with another pretend-solo bounty, but those skinwalkers weren't exactly her cup of tea. More trouble than they were worth, really, and Oliver wasn't feeling the aesthetic of this stitched together excuse for an Eldritch nightmare. 'Not to mention the skin thing.' Made her own skin crawl like that one time she walked in on those rats having a go. Awkward to say the least.
Right, she should probably take her pickings now (and probably find a pet to drag with her). Much to her own chagrin.
A tiresome gaze took another notice of the remaining (arguably compelling) bounties that still littered the board, before finally deciding she'd dig the Nandi Bear job if there was anyone competent enough to help her catch this white rabbit and- Oh, fucking jackpot. How convenient. And she didn't even have to organize a search party, that made things easier then. Eileen, in all her splendor and grandeur, loudly made her demands on taking the best piece of the pie, prompting Oliver to shift awkwardly as she took note of the rambunctious woman barging through the masses. Not one for subtlety, was she? 'Eh, whatevs...'
At this point, she kind of figured that, you know, give or take. Things were dead boring up in this place, and if her semi-roomie was gonna be part of the tour, then maybe things wouldn't be as bad as they looked.
Heck, if they didn't want her help, then obviously this wasn't a good idea and she'd go off on her own. 'Nothing to go on about.' And Oliver was just about to debate the pros and cons of having to be invested in something (for the nth time) when she walked up to the somewhat taller woman.
“Don't soil your pants or anything, but... I might want to help you tame that circus bear.” Oh, you clever girl you.
Oliver quietly jerked her head towards the board, suggestively pointing that the task was still available for the taking. Funnily enough, for all the boasting about wanting fame, fortune and all the power in the fucking world. Not everyone had the guts to take a shot at the most difficult thing on the board. And neither did Oliver, but... Well, it could turn out to be an interesting experience. She could use the distraction either way.