"Oh man," Cisco breathes as the other man puts a hand on his shoulder to lead him through the crowd. It's like it occurs to him belatedly what he's actually done and he's starting to feel sick to his stomach. That's some Reverb style action, right there, and that's not Cisco. This place is ruining him. This place is going to turn him into goddamn Reverb if he's not careful.
It does occur to him that this guy is trying to save his ass because he's made a cool gun, or because of Gracie, because he's too caught in his own head. He's no better than these guys, now. He just isn't. And now...he's going to have to hope to God his face isn't on camera or figure out a way to hack into the system — God, where is Felicity Smoak when you need her? — to erase the footage because if making the gun is treason, which it probably is, using it on a regular Alpha is almost definitely even worse.
Cisco navigates through in a haze, firing little shots of flame from the gun to ward people off, but he's careful not to repeat his previous action by actually hitting anyone. Between that and the way this huge dude is throwing punches, it's more than a little bit of a relief that they manage to get back out of the Commissary and Cisco wants nothing more than to collapse against the nearest wall and lose his shit officially, but even right here, it's not safe.
"Where do we go now? Where the hell do we go now?" he asks. He'd worry about Gracie — he does, but at the same time, he isn't — if he didn't think she's probably somewhere a little more safe doing a news report right now. If he had any idea that he was wrong about that, he'd be right back in there looking for her. Then again, she does have the cold gun, so maybe she'd be okay anyway.
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It does occur to him that this guy is trying to save his ass because he's made a cool gun, or because of Gracie, because he's too caught in his own head. He's no better than these guys, now. He just isn't. And now...he's going to have to hope to God his face isn't on camera or figure out a way to hack into the system — God, where is Felicity Smoak when you need her? — to erase the footage because if making the gun is treason, which it probably is, using it on a regular Alpha is almost definitely even worse.
Cisco navigates through in a haze, firing little shots of flame from the gun to ward people off, but he's careful not to repeat his previous action by actually hitting anyone. Between that and the way this huge dude is throwing punches, it's more than a little bit of a relief that they manage to get back out of the Commissary and Cisco wants nothing more than to collapse against the nearest wall and lose his shit officially, but even right here, it's not safe.
"Where do we go now? Where the hell do we go now?" he asks. He'd worry about Gracie — he does, but at the same time, he isn't — if he didn't think she's probably somewhere a little more safe doing a news report right now. If he had any idea that he was wrong about that, he'd be right back in there looking for her. Then again, she does have the cold gun, so maybe she'd be okay anyway.