“Yeah. I could go for a cup. Provided it’s strong. My head feels like a truck drove through it.” Apparently jumping dimensions gave a wicked hang over.
Quinn picked up her bags, shrugging a bit, “I have to say, I kind of expected a more … interrogation style welcome. Unless you’re really just luring me to your trash compactor.”
“Yeah, I get that,” Cisco grinned, knowing well the effects of jumping dimensions. “We have a full coffee bar down in the kitchen, I’ll show you the way.”
He let out a laugh before responding to the woman’s comment. “Nah, I know how sucky it feels to be interrogated, so I thought this could be more of a conversation over coffee more than anything else.”
