It was crazy how much clothing helped you identify people. Especially when you're talking about Felicity Smoak. But even dressed in a terribly colored RED jumpsuit, Felicity always felt like she looked like a space cadet or something. So it wasn't the worst. But the time for pondering fashion was over when the lights in the hallway started exploding.

She would have blamed it on a power surge, but for some reason, it felt like each light was exploding only when she was near it. So Felicity made a run for it. It's what Oliver or Thea or Laurel would do. They wouldn't just stand here in the hallway hoping that the lights don't burn them.

When she gets to the end of the hall, she's nearly going to run straight past him when Oliver shoves her behind him and Felicity's eyes grow wide. There was no way that it was him. No way, she told herself. But then she saw the bow and arrows, and Felicity hugged him from behind. "Oliver!"

It was a dumb move. He hadn't seen her, not really. And when you put your arms around someone — from behind no less — who's basically a trained assassin who was simultaneously shooting arrows, there might be terrible consequences. But Felicity didn't think that far ahead, she was too happy and shocked and relieved to see him here.