She clenched up her fist, but then released it, "But yet I still saw it, I saw it every day, in mask, out of mask, I still see you Oliver." Her hand moved, finger poked at his shoulder, "I saw a man who stood up for something he believed in needing fixing, even behind a mask. I saw a man who wanted to help the city, one who..." she sighed, "doesn't matter what I see? Does it?"