[ Maybe it's because she's a little bit raw right now, but she can't help looking at Tony as he drives, and she doesn't really try to hide it. The look on her face says one thing more than anything else: Thank you, for being so nice to me.

It's not that Felicity has grown up lonely, or has a lack of friends. She's a friendly, cheerful person, which means that her life has been filled with people who love her, and that she loves in return. But it never ceases to amaze her when, in moments like this, people in her life really pull through. They leave their fancy parties and come pick up her up dressed like James Bond just so the two of them can go drink in a bar.

When he asks her that question though, her eyebrows raise up and she holds back a laugh, because he can't be serious, but it'll be fun to play along. ]

Oh yes. But how exactly do you propose we make that happen? It's not like I can waltz up to him with a more glamorous friend with benefits. [ As she finishes that sentence though, her tempo gets slower, because ... that's ... not ... that can't possibly be what Tony's about to suggest. Her next sentence comes out just above a whisper. ] Not even sure how jealousy works when it comes to friends anyways.