[He blinks, caught off-guard again.] No. But she... knows me. Not everything, not.

[Oliver looks away instead of down.] This. But I trust her. You can too.

[He hesitates again.] My body guard is named John Diggle. If I'm not around, you can talk to him. About everything.

[And then he stands there, caught in that awkward silence he's become so acquainted with since the island. He knows he should say something, make conversation somehow, but he has no idea how to do it. There's no faking his way through it. Not at this point.] Who's your mother?

[It's out before he realizes that's probably a terrible thing to ask.]