[That catches her attention and one corner of her lips pulls up into a half smile. It occurs to her that this is probably the easiest conversation she's had with anyone in weeks (and isn't that sad.) The weeks here had been spent in solitude avoiding all interaction, and before that...well, before that was everything else. Things still on edge with her dad, Thea dealing with the mess that was her own life now, Oliver being Oliver, and Nyssa...she doesn't want to think about Nyssa at all. (About Sara. About the choice that she doesn't regret no matter how much the people around her want her to.)
It feels good to talk to a stranger from another world.]
You know them? [Wait. She straightens, suddenly self conscious. If he had met them-if he had met Black canary-Laurel stands, leaving the bottle on the floor.]
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It feels good to talk to a stranger from another world.]
You know them? [Wait. She straightens, suddenly self conscious. If he had met them-if he had met Black canary-Laurel stands, leaving the bottle on the floor.]
Which ones?