[For everything that the two of them have been through, and have shared, it's extremely difficult for Felicity to find her voice. Moreover, she's afraid that if she starts talking, she's going to make excuses for the things she's done, even though she had no choice for a goodly number of them - except this. Not so much a choice, but careless to the extreme that she's never, ever been and now--]

There's someone. Nick. His name's Nick. We were... [She glances back over her shoulder again toward the crowd and the dock and then back at Oliver.] ... supposed to be on our back home. Starling City. We ended up here, instead. Two and a half years on that island, and believe me, the irony is not lost on me as I say that to you, and I was finally going home. Now this.