[Somehow Rip doubts pointing out that Lisa's room would be the first he's barged into in such a manner would do more to inspire her commentary than lessen it. He instead pulls off the bag, meaning to set it somewhere safe so Rip could go over just what he's rationed out, how long it should last, what she should be aware of to ensure she continues to live.

He's so focused on the effort that he doesn't quite realize the chill in the room--quite a mistake, given that she is indeed a Snart. Lisa moves to close the door, rather wise, and Rip turns to face her just in time for her fist to crash hard into his face, sending him stumbling back a step.

For the record? He has not missed people punching him.

He huffs out a sigh after her angry demand for answers, reaching up to gingerly touch the spot where no doubt there would be a bruise later.]

I suppose Leonard told you. Well. Now that comment about ducking makes much more sense.

[He's cut the inside of his cheek on his teeth; Rip can taste blood.]

I can do so because I am a Time Master, Miss Snart. [He meets her eyes without apology in his gaze; the choice to not tell her had not been wrong.] Knowing the tragedies that await people in their future is very often part of my job. I'm rather adept at keeping those secrets hidden.

[As they must be.

But that pain in her eyes--this isn't the first time he's received angry accusations due to the loss of a sibling. She hits rather like Sara does too.]

And beyond that, it wasn't my place to tell you.