Barry's been trailing Otto Vaska for the majority of the day and he thinks he might just be a toddler in an INDIGO jumpsuit. The man is nearly insufferable, having somehow translated the word bodyguards into personal slaves. He doesn't know why Holtzmann didn't fight him for the chance to get away for a few minutes in order to grab them dinner from the cafeteria, but she didn't and he's too relieved to bring it up.

He steps into line, glancing around the almost empty cafeteria. He spots Adam getting in the red line and decides to wait for him after he's gotten his meals. It's been a while since he's seen him.

"Hey," Barry calls out, falling into step beside him. "How's it going?"