"Oh hah, perfect." Stiles says dryly. When in doubt, retreating to sarcasm is his method of choice. He turns a little in his seat, to face Felicity more directly. He continues thoughtfully, "I want to know how it picks who goes: if it's just random, or actually criteria based." He shrugs. "If the right job never comes up, you can't ever get picked."

"Yeah, I'll let you know." He nods. Even if there had been some sort of non-disclosure clause attached, it's already been announced to everyone here.