Hugs. Yes, all the hugs were needed. Especially when she wasn't sure whether she wanted the answer of who had - or, more importantly, hadn't - survived the island. That was even if Felicity could give her the answers. Pocket dimensions and different times? If that was true, who knew when Felicity was from. Or even if it was her Felicity. Memories of Laurel would forever haunt her.

"So that's what you meant. Well, the last thing I remember is an explosion. On Lian Yu, may the island burn in hell." So maybe she was a little bitter.

She gestured at her face with the hand that wasn't bandaged. "I landed on a sidewalk face-first."