LOG: Oliver Queen/Sara Lance
[ It was expected that he would react that way, Sara fully anticipated that there would be an arrow drawn and aimed right at her. But she also knew Oliver, and he wouldn't shoot to kill without having some idea if he actually had to.
Rolling to her feet, she froze in spot, one hand on her bow-staff strapped to her back, the other hanging down by her side. She locked her eyes with his, her expression clearly very annoyed. There was absolutely no way he couldn't know it was her with one look.]
How long have you been back? Tell me you left, Ollie, because if you've been ignoring me all this time, there will be hell to pay. [ Had he gone home? What point did he come from now? Maybe he knew what happened to her. Did he not remember this place? She had to hope he did. Otherwise, whoops.]