Oh, cool. Rip in the space-time continuum. That was much better.

...actually, it kind of was.

Rosa had been watching everything Barry was doing closely to the point where it took her a moment to realize he'd asked her something, and she looked back, blinked at him.

Don't say Tightpants.

"...Miguel." Good girl. "O'Hara." Her chin quirked toward where the marble had disappeared. "How long will that take?"