"Good." Oliver helped Felicity up, eyes still on the monkeys, most of which had retreated just far enough to begin creating a pack. Easier to hunt down prey when there's organization, of a sort. Oliver understood that - but he also refused to go down at the hands of a pack of monkeys.

He had his bow trained on a few monkeys that were starting to block off the direction they needed to head back in. "When I start shooting, we run."