There's not a lot to do here. ... Sometimes the forest invites us to 'play with it' but- it's a pretty closed off space with not a lot. ... And no, there's no exits that we've found. Or we wouldn't be here.

( felicity leans against the tree, arms crossed. it's equal parts lax and uncomfortable, a bit of a buffer between her and his glare.

but it doesn't show on her face. )