“Oh?” Oliver asked innocently, resting a hand on Keith’s leg, a little too high up to be considered just a friendly touch. “What do you want then?” Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Keith’s fingers fiddle with something before the car started spluttering. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, and he pulled back slightly, feeling like something was up. The car was running fine just a moment ago, there was no reason that it should have just broken down...<br/><br/>“Did you run out of gas?” Oliver questioned, looking at Keith with a raised eyebrow. He managed to keep his body langauge normal, but he knew he needed to get out of here. He was good in a fight, but he didn’t want to take the risk of being overpowered.