Damn. He should have been faster, but he couldn't afford to use too much of his speed and wind up passed out somewhere. Barry is tearing into another protein bar as he flings his clothes into a bag. He has to go. He won't let himself be used and he can't stay, not if someone has figured out his secret.

Run. Don't get attached.

He turns with a frown, chewing and swallowing before shaking his head at her. "Most people are bad guys. What kind of job?"