The papers...?

[Crap. A quick look behind and his arm's a red blur snatching only a couple, the rest floating back behind the undead nerd herd.

Sigh.]

You sound just like someone else I know. [Far from scathing, his hands are up. Barry knows where not to pick a fight over safety.] What I do is that the bone heads here can put themselves back together. Eventually. Any time you need to go let me know and we're gone, okay?

[And yet, he's still playing protector because that's who he is.]