Blonde. Felicity? Or Sara, maybe. He wasn't sure he wanted to contemplate the idea that it was Laurel. That would hurt too much and he wasn't convinced that they weren't all locked away somewhere in his world. The idea that there was someone else in the world who looked like Roy Harper was a damning piece of evidence, but it was just a single piece of evidence that could mean anything. Even if there were apparently two people who looked like Roy out there.

He offered his hand. "Let's make this a proper introduction. Oliver Queen." Since he'd already screwed up a little, he'd turn this into an advantage. So far, he didn't have any contacts in this place apart from Steve and that needed to change. The more people he knew, the more people he could go to for information he needed. Maybe some people needed the moral support of befriending the population, but as long as Felicity was here, all he needed was her.

As for the rest of the people...he was there to save them, not make friends.