The look Orion threw at Oliver made him feel slightly afraid.
It was a sharp, solid look, completely different from the dead expression he had shown earlier.
Even so, Oliver held himself together, then pointed at Lemur standing beside him.
"He's the one who told me that."
Orion's eyes widened a little.
"You can speak his language?"
Oliver raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Can't you? In that case, how did you tell him your name?"
Orion turned his face away for a moment.
"It's nothing important. I just told him my name while I was trying to calm him down when they first threw him in here."
Oliver looked at him, folding his arms.
"I'd love to ask you about that in detail but not now. We have to leave these cells quickly. Can you stand so we can get out?"
Orion stared at him with half closed eyes.
"And why do you care about getting me out? We barely met."
Oliver pointed at Lemur again.
