She'd asked Leonard not too long ago if he knew what was bothering Mick. His partner in crime had shrugged it off - that he was just being Mick. That there was a part of his old friend that he didn't quite know anymore, after he'd become Chronos. That maybe he just needed some space.

But there was something oddly personal that stung at her when Mick was around. Something in the way he looked at her, the clench of his muscles and the furrow in his brow. Farbeit from Sara Lance to take things personally, but... for some reason, she thought maybe in this case, she should.

She stares at the plate he leaves for her a moment, sure that she can't remember the last time she had the meal before. Then why does it seem so... nostalgic?

Slowly, she makes her way to table, perching on a stool and returning her attention to him. Chewing on her lip, she hesitates a moment before plucking a piece of bacon and chewing on it.

"This is gonna sound weird - or maybe it's not, I dunno. But are you... have I... pissed you off, or something?"