"I'm sorry, demonically possessed mailboxes?" Felicity raised an eyebrow. "Where was I that week?" She pulled her cellphone out and tapped the screen a few times. "Hi, Damage Control? Yeah, this is Black Cat. We've got a situation here..." After finishing up the phone call - and handing over her credit card information - Felicity turned back to Nika. "So. We should probably get you bandaged up. Again."