Felicity had once told John Diggle that she'd never done drugs and it was true; despite her heavy Goth phase in college, her hacktivist days, and the run in with Vertigo that she'd never taken part in, Felicity Smoak was clean as a whistle. The occasional Tylenol here and there, maybe, but she wasn't one for experimentation - at least of the drug type, which is why she would have been horrified if she could have seen herself.

Whatever it was in the grotto that had lent itself to allowing visitors to feeling a bit more free, Felicity herself was under the influence and (much later), she would be incredibly embarrassed. For now, though, she can be found with her dress in hand, this close to removing the rest of her garments as if that's the normal thing to do.

Maybe it is.

"I really don't think this is a great idea."

She doesn't mean to come off as pessimistic, but really? Traveling even further from the place that most people have decided is their new home - and come on, isn't Olympia almost city-like? - seems like a dangerous thing to do. How she got dragged into this really doesn't matter, but she's not ditching now. That just feels wrong.

"You know I'm not really one for hiking or... traveling by foot. I just feel like it's safer if we."

Felicity stops again and lets the argument go. For whatever it's worth, she's got the back of the person she's with and, because she's recently made a pact with herself to be a fighter, she's not going to wimp out now.

After perhaps another mile or so, she has to ask, "Do you see lights up there?"

[She's new and building CR and tbh she has no idea why she's out here. If you wanna start something, I'll totally roll with it, or hit me up via PM or discord @ spycraft#8441 and let's plot!]