[He's not expecting anyone else to be here. Hell, he didn't even think anyone else was in the house. It's a dumb assumption, but Taako's used to not thinking about other people. All of him tightens at Barry's voice, and he takes a breath, too shaky for him to have liked it as he forces his hands apart. There's marks where his nails dug into the back of one, but it didn't quite bleed. Just angry, red curves.

He turns, moving that hand up to run through his hair, forehead to back, with a little bit of a laugh. At least it's Barry. Angus, he'd have to explain, but Barry. Barry is safer.]

Man, can you believe that? What was she even thinkin', am I right? Bet she didn't talk to you about that, either.

[He doesn't know why he didn't try this sooner. Barry-- he's going to get it. Barry spent ten years in hell because of her, winging between life and death and loneliness. He broke into her office with him and he took what was theirs and Taako remembers the last moments he saw him there, seriousness and pain etched into his face. He'll understand.

After all, Lucretia took Lup from him, too.]

Just bringing her in here like we want her anywhere near us right now, I mean, honestly.