"Felicity Smoak," she returns absently as she holds out her hand, reflecting on what it is that he's admitted, not quite sure where he was going with it.

It seems impossible, given the way he looks and even the way he's dressed. The years just don't match and, even if they were caught in some kind of odd 'space-time' loop, she can't make her mind wrap around the entirety of what he's said. "You've been here ninety-nine years?" she finally asks, then adds, "What do you mean, you shouldn't be anywhere?"