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[He returned the shake just as firmly, giving her a grin as he released her hand, already sliding the backpack from off his shoulder, hooking it over the crook of his arm for balance.] Helping is what I do best, I've found. [It was difficult to tell what all she might know about him, but judging by the bank of computers and monitors he could see, there probably wasn't much that escaped her attention. He imagined Felicity would be in heaven here if she knew, what with her affinity towards the technological side of everything. Oliver knew his way around, but he left the complicated stuff to those who really got it.
The backpack was unzipped and he displayed its contents towards her, glancing only for a moment at the bump, suspicions confirmed.] Wasn't sure what you preferred, so I got a little bit of everything. Can I ask how far along you are? [It was said as polite as possible, something that came easy to him.]