The sound of concentrated air blowing out of a powerful machine fills the room. Felicity's hugging the paper towels to her chest now, unsure of what to do. She doesn't want to leave him here, even if she can't help.

He did take a coffee to the chest for her, after all.

"I'm Felicity." A beat. "And thank you. If I'd ran into that ORANGE troubleshooter, I'd probably be dead by now. Figuratively." Though, in this place, maybe it was literally.