Oliver has been in situations like this before. He's woken up disoriented, unsure of place and time. This time, at least, he's got the benefit of his feet in solid boots and a bow slung across his back. It's not the hi-tech compound bow he's used to from Star City and the arrows are wood and too few but it's something.

He hears a rustling nearby and cautiously approaches it, unsure if it's another person or if it's an animal. He isn't exactly certain of his bearings just yet but he knows the mountains, at least, and thinks he should put them at his back to start getting toward home.

"Who's there," he calls out, just loud enough to be heard. He reaches a hand back and touches the fletching of an arrow, brushes his fingers against it to reassure himself.