Ghoul makes a sound of acknowledgement. He doesn't have any either. The whole werewolf deal kind of complicates things, but that's not really a tidbit to share, so he keeps it to himself while Oliver googles the nearest vet or whatever.

Damn. He should have thought of that. "Well, shit, I coulda done that." He's just not on his game today. On the other hand, being new and all, the results would have been pretty much gibberish to him. "Eh, nevermind, you probably got a better handle on navigation than I do. Just don't be a dick and send me halfway across the city on purpose, 'cause I know your face now. I'll find you."

Yeah, this is probably why he has no friends here.