Lifting both hands to scrub his face as if the friction against his skin might wake him up a little bit, Cisco nods. "Something like that, yeah," he agrees. He supposes the bodyguard mission with Stiles counts as babysitting. There's little else to call it, really, so she's hit it pretty well on the nose. "Are there always back to back missions like this or am I just really lucky?" he asks.

Cisco takes the multimeter from her and blinks a little. The hell...? Who carries those? "How many of these things are there? Would it be faster if we just split up or...is that also treason? Since, you know, everything else appears to be."