Connor gave her a quizzical look at the 'meddling kids' comment. But it was no surprise. He often made Mia facepalm for his lack of knowledge on popular references in American culture. Really, it had been years since he'd seen Scooby Doo.
"Yes, it does. Speedy spoke of you. Could you hold this, please?" He nodded to the criminal's wrist. "Just keep your thumb here."
Then he worked on untangling the man's legs and binding them, then took the wrist back to bind his arms behind his back as well, utilizing some of the duct tape. The dealer made muffled complaints the entire time. The younger Green Arrow worked swiftly, practiced, and with little wasted movement. He immediately handed the boa back to her. "Yes, the second. And I am much younger than the other." He flashed a smile. Seeing as he's old enough to be my father.
Then he nod to their bound perp. "I didn't realize you were also tracking him. If you would like to call him in, I would not complain at all. I was truthfully more after his contacts."
When Connor reached in to the man's pocket and pulled out his cellphone, there was a great deal of squirming and muffled curses. Connor opened it, then frowned some, looking it over.