There's silence on his end for a moment, followed by a low snort of -- something close to laughter. If you blend film noir with a bag of nails and aged whiskey.

"Isn't that what you're supposed to do with phones?" He looks around casually, noting visibly cameras in the hallway he's currently loitering. "Yeah, I ... James'll do."

God this is bizarre. Like one of those science fiction movies people keep telling him to watch. Or fantasy, like the little guy who takes on a dragon with a wizard. Or the little girl who kills a witch with water. He's been informed those are just glitches, but they seem real. Maybe that's why he's a traitor. (Or the rules. He read those.)

"Okay, Felicity Smoak. I hope you're not leading me into a trap." Because neither of them will enjoy that. But he follows directions, because why not. And she sounds cute. (Never let it be said he didn't do as a dame asked.) When he makes it to said door, and slips inside, the whole 'trap' part sounds more plausible than it might have a few minutes before. "Am I just supposed to wait here and get caught, lady?"

As far as plans go, that one sucks.