He understands the thinking behind that. Keeping safe is proving to be something that isn't easy to do around here. The fact that he was so helpless to help himself, let along Lydia is still eating away at him, despite his easy smiles. The problem with being a hero is that it's hard to stop when you're not one anymore.

Barry freezes, his eyes moving up from the board to meet hers. He understands that thinking also. The need to get some kind of justice and regain some kind of control. He licks his lips slowly, putting his chess piece back down where it had been previously and leaning forward.

"We are forensic scientists," he says, his voice low. She hasn't actually said anything about a we, but he's not about to let her try to do this on her own. She'd already done more than enough. This was something he could actually help her with. "I don't know the model of the truck they had, but how many could there be here?"