"I guess that's how everyone else does it," she responds, glancing at him every once in awhile. "Colleges, companies." But she can't seem to think of a third example.

They're almost out of the huge lobby though, when she sees some people dressed in uniform walking in their direction. They haven't spotted her yet, and to be honest Felicity doesn't really know if they're even looking for her, but her eyes immediately shift to something a little more serious as she tries to come up with a plan to either run or hide. It's not like hacking into orientation wifi is that bad, right? It's like she tried hacking into the city's mainframe.

But as they get closer, she looks up at Derek, who's a good amount higher and bigger than her ... you know, with all those ... muscles ... anyways. She could try to hide behind him, and part of her body language starts to suggest that it's what she's about to do — curl her body closer and use him as a human shield from vision — but when Felicity moves her arms to try and tell Derek to stay right where he is, the orientation packet originally held beneath her arm falls to the floor and a few papers scatter around them.

"Frack," she whispers, beneath her breathe, before she looks up at Derek apologetically and then immediately crouches to the ground to pick them up.

Please let them not notice her.