“I certainly seem to keep running into the usual faces. At least they’re mostly friendly.” She shrugged before quirking an eyebrow at his statement. “I don’t doubt it, but ‘handling’ isn’t the same as coming out the other side still intact.”
“Friendly is good.” Cisco said with a ghost of a smile. It disappeared the second it graced his face. “My body may be okay, but my mind definitely isn’t. That’s the unfortunate part.”
