She's striking, those eyes and that hair. Yes, that is one of the first things that occur to him. She's also studying him. It's pretty clear that she's not from Central City by her accent, not to mention he thinks he would have noticed another speedster. No tricks. He's just done a lot of training lately. One has to run really fast to go back in time and that's been his goal since he discovered he could do it. Of course, he'd made the decision not to change the past, but that's neither here nor there right now.

"Do you--there's a great food truck around the corner. We could get some tacos." He knows how hungry he gets when he runs this way and he's starving right now. Of course, tomorrow's blog will show The Flash getting tacos with a redhead, but that can't be helped.

He sees that panic coming even before she starts vibrating. He can only see her because his brain processes images faster so that he can see when he's running. "Hey. It's okay. Slow down."

"Central City." At least he can answer that one easily enough. "Missouri, the United States." Since she's not from here.