She wasn't alone though. Next to her sat Van, who was armed with a dog whistle. They'd joked about it over the network, but now it was more about experimentation. Felicity's blond hair was already looking a shade or two lighter already. Her large white framed sunglasses sat on the bridge of her nose, spying a group of weres goofing around in the water. While they were in human form, they were definitely acting like a bunch of mangy dogs splashing around. It wasn't even adorable like puppies. Among them was one of the weres that had attacked her on Halloween.
"Now would be a good time," she commented, turning a page in a magazine she'd brought along with her, "You do know how to whistle, right?" There was a light tone of teasing in her voice. Since Felicity healed him, Van had been more pleasant. Still Van though.