Any time Oliver calls her into his office Felicity feels like she needs to brace herself for the inevitable request and denial of coffee. It's a merry war at least, and her mouth is opening to remark about Ollie's caffeine intake when what comes out of his stuns her into astonishing silence.

Miss Smoak?

Her worplace attire?

(Give her a minute, Oliver. She'll get it.)

"My uh, workplace attire." Felicity blinks owlishly as she approaches his desk, letting her fingers rest on the edge. She smiles at him, affecting a mock put-off air. "Well hey, give me a raise and I'll dress better. It's not like I don't work overtime with you." A blink. "I mean, we work really hard." Another blink. "At...what we do."