At the general greeting, Felicity feels a very quick jolt of 'this was stupid, Oliver's going to kill you' before she looks up into the sky, lowers her gaze to the man in front of her, and smiles with a quick nod of her head.

"Looks like it," she agrees, then her smile falters. "Like morning, I mean. Because you said--" She shakes her head and clears her throat. "Sorry, bad joke." Looking him over, she motions to his armful of wood and asks, "Busy?"