When he walked in, Laurel smiled at him, like always Oliver Queen to the rescue and he had saved her yet again. "Tired," she admitted, "but I'm okay," she could tell be the look on his face, he needed to hear that.
"Thank you, Ollie," she said softly, the smile never leaving her face. She looked tired, pale, but there was still a smile on her face. "Ollie," she said softly, unsure which one he was or if she should say anything, but she could have died and he would never know.
"Can you get the small pouch out of my uniform?" she asked him, "there's something I want to show you."