Oliver walked into the IT department at Queen Consolidated to find a petite, not unattractive blonde, chewing on a bright red pen and muttering under her breath. She smacked the side of the computer monitor in front of her and uttered a string of curses. Oliver cleared his throat.

"Felicity Smoak?" he asked. She turned, pulling the pen from her mouth.

"Hi," Oliver said, smiling. "I'm Oliver Queen."

"Of course," Felicity said, pulling her chair forward. "I know who you are. You're Mr. Queen."

"Noo," Oliver said, shaking his head. "Mr. Queen was my father."

"Right, but he's dead," Felicity replied nervously, gesturing as she spoke. "I mean, he died. But you didn't. Which means you could…"- she started tapping her pen against her desk- "…come down to the IT department and listen to me babble. Which will end, in three, two,one." She jabbed at the air with her pen, punctuating the countdown. She looked up at Oliver, indicating that she was ready for him to tell her what he needed.

"I need to get some files off a damaged memory card," Oliver said, pulling the memory card in question out of his pocket, "and my sister told me that you were the person to come and see." Felicity held out her hand, and Oliver dropped the memory card into her open palm. She looked down at it and whistled.

"When you said 'damaged', you weren't kidding," she said. Holding it up to the light, she added, "How did you even manage to get a bullet hole through something this small?"

"I was in a war zone, Felicity," Oliver said. "That's far from the craziest thing that happened to me." Felicity's eyebrows creased together, but otherwise she didn't respond. Oliver appreciated that. He thought it might be the reason why he felt comfortable making a joke about what had happened to him while he was away, something he wouldn't have done with anyone else- because, unlike everyone else, she didn't give him a horrified look when he did. There was a long moment after that wherein neither of them spoke, although Felicity clearly had a lot on her mind, as she started fidgeting in her chair.

"If there's anything you can salvage from it," Oliver finally said, "I would really appreciate it."
"Mmhmm," Felicity replied, nodding. She seemed distracted. It occurred to Oliver that she was probably waiting for him to leave so she could get back to work. He obliged her- no doubt she had a lot of work to do, and he didn't want to take up any more of her time.