Olivje stopped as the gentleman approached, perking up in surprise from how friendly the stranger was. He smiled politely, his hands moving to grip around the strap of his leather satchel which hung over his shoulder whilst the man spoke.
"Oh- Goodness, no, nothing like that" he answered, a hand releasing the strap to briefly wave as he spoke "I'm just going to the Victory Pub, I have to speak to a friend of mine. It's... Gosh, it's been quite a while. It's strange how much I miss Providence, sometimes.."