"I am. I'm angry at all of it." He had genuinely enjoyed himself tonight, but it didn't take much for the frustration of the last few days to resurface. "I'm angry at the fact that we're here and not where we belong. I'm angry at the fact that I haven't been able to do anything to stop people from being arrested. Or for people to stop being brought here. I'm angry at all of it, Felicity."

He definitely hadn't meant to go off like that and when he feels her hand on his arm he sighs, deflating a little at her touch. "Sorry," he says, glancing over at her. He wonders if he's ever going to have to not say that to her again.

"Maybe. We - " he pauses. "It might be something they've altered in our DNA. If I can repair it with nanotech, we might have a chance of regaining my speed."