Felicity doesn't waste another second. She slides out of bed, heading for the closet. "Okay, let's go get Thea," she says, an undercurrent of determination in her tone, the possibility that she would be anywhere but with Oliver not so much as crossing her mind as surely as it isn't crossing his. She continues to talk as she tosses off her pjs and yanks on clothes as fast as she can. "No tech puts me at a serious disadvantage, but that's okay, we've still got you, and we can get to her."