She smirks a little when she hears Stiles say Huxley's name. No offense to Oliver — whom she dearly missed — but reading great literature hadn't ever been his speciality. "So would Orwell."

Felicity nods when he's surprised, but she doesn't offer much else by way of explanation. She didn't have one.

"Well. Newbies like us need to stick together. Otherwise I'm scared a machine here is going to literally eat me alive." She's being sarcastic about that last part. Mostly.