Well, at least he wasn't waiting long. Oliver looks past his phone screen to the trio and--looks them over. Squints, but if their appearance is throwing him off any, he's not making it obvious at all.

He swings his legs over to put his feet back down against the floor. Presses his elbow against the arm of the chair, and tips his head to press his palm against his cheek. Holding up his head is Effort, and he isn't up for that.

"Thought you might want somewhere quiet, given how hush hush you were trying to be." Anonymous status and all. Oliver raises his other hand to wave them closer; he's got rings on every finger, at least one--and numerous piercings in his ear. A closer look would show that most of them are covered in runes and sigils, all made of steel and various gems and minerals. They're all charmed, each created for a specific purpose.