Barry definitely had his doubts about whether or not that plan would work. He wasn't sure that Vaska would believe anything so cartoonish, but then on the other hand, if it had happened that way he wasn't sure that Vaska wouldn't be too embarrassed to ever talk about it again.

He wasn't sure if the woman in front of him was a genius or a miscreant. Or possibly a little bit of both. He paused, rubbing his hands over his face.

"Okay," he said slowly. "Okay. What if there was an attack. And we were protecting him?" He glanced up at the shelves of valuables before looking back at her. "And he got knocked out in the attack."

Food? Right. He had gotten food. "Orange meals. I figured you'd like it better over red."