When she hears him repeat her terrible, terrible pun, Felicity would like nothing more than to disappear in a puff of smoke — like when Oliver uses one of his smoke-bomb arrow tips. But no. Not even the Arrow could save her from herself.

"Felicity Smoak," she offers a little too quickly. "Nice to meet you-" She's doing her best to smile, not too embarrassingly. '-Nick."

She points, delicately, to the little vacuum that couldn't, a look of slight concern in her eyes. "May I ask ... is this a regular occurrence here?"