[Again, merely knowing that there are, in fact, other people around and not just figments of his imagination - as faces on a communication network might very well be, he doesn't know - has a somewhat calming effect. It slows Oliver's thoughts a bit, and thus his reaction time, but he smiles after a blink.]

Call me Oliver. I cannot, at this point, express the pleasure of meeting you.

[That said, he takes a look at himself and, perhaps for the first time, really evaluates the damage.] I'm fairly certain nothing is broken, exactly, though a few things might have been more recently than I'd like to admit. Walking may be a pain but not a problem.