[ There is something to be said about Sara's nonchalance that puts Felicity a little at ease. Surely, a woman who kicks down doors, hugs you enthusiastically, then shrugs about a broken lock isn't a burglar. Surely. ]

I'm sure ... that um ... they'll be able to fix it tomorrow morning. Or tonight. Who knows? They seem rich around here.

[ In terms of when Felicity's from, there's a few clues for anyone who pays attention to those things. First, she isn't wearing a designer dress or heels, signaling that she either didn't bother to change (unlikely) or she isn't rich enough to afford them yet. Her pony tail is also looser than she wears it a year or two later, mostly because she has no one she's trying to impress. ]