She ignores him when he talks. It's all she can do really, because regardless of what his intensions are, what Derek says hurts. He was right. She wasn't paying attention. She could have easily spilled coffee onto the ORANGE troubleshooter and she'd probably have to spend the night in the brig or something, if this was a ship.

But on top of all that, the guy who'd just taken a coffee to the chest for her was deciding to tease her about it. She was thankful and she probably would have told him that just now, but instead, no thank you, she doesn't have anything to say.

When they reach the restrooms, she lets go of him. There's an air dryer on the far side of the wall, but Felicity turns away from Derek and goes straight for the paper towel dispenser. Unless this guy planned on standing underneath a dryer and letting the wind blow off his body like a Baywatch lifeguard or something, he was going to need paper to soak things up.

But when she turns towards him again, a clump of paper towels in her hand, Felicity's eyes barely have time to process Derek's abs before she immediately spins herself back around. Cheeks flushed, the filter between her brain and her mouth disappears for a moment, and she says what she's thinking out loud.

"Oh my god what did the Computer do. Chisel you out of marble or something?"