She’s... relieved, almost, when he sits down on a nearby chair. She doesn’t know him, but he woke her up and for that she could make him cookies. ‘Thank you for not letting me relieve my kidnapping and torture by an evil speedster more than I already have’ cookies. And she could use the company, honestly.

“Yes,” is her first response, but it’s a lie, a horrible and complete lie, and she lets out an exhausted little laugh and shakes her head. “No. Not really. Kind of the opposite.”