If Cisco had any idea that she was nervous, he'd be trying to reassure her. Undoubtedly, he'll be going through the same thing when he gets a chance to go out to visit Gracie on her turf, because he'll be thinking the same thing: that he wants her friends and family to like him and think that he deserves her. Cisco isn't planning on taking Gracie to meet the family. His mother will adore her, he's sure of it, but his mother is soft-spoken these days. Dante is the loud mouth and Dante won't like her. She's too much like Cisco. He'd really rather avoid putting her — or himself, honestly — through that uncomfortable meeting.
"Really happy," he agrees. A snort of laughter escapes him as he pulls his badge out from under his t-shirt where it's clipped to one of his belt loops with a retractable spool and he swipes it through a key card reader attached to one of the doors in front of which he stops. "You make me feel like there's hope for humanity, yet, Gracie," he says with a smile, leaning over to give her a quick kiss before pushing the door open after the badge reader beeps to unlock the door.
Inside, there's a lab, but it's largely unused. Mostly, Cisco doesn't work down here that much; he brings his work upstairs, so this office is mostly storage for his old projects, both finished and unfinished. Around the room, there are glass cases every several feet, some which are encasing suits not too unlike the Flash's: unfinished commissioned projects from before the Particle Accelerator explosion; back when law enforcement and public service departments trusted S.T.A.R. Labs to provide them with the newest and most advanced forms of safety equipment for their employees. In other cases, there are weapons or little gadgets and gizmos on pedestals. All of the glass cases are displaying something, except for two: the heat gun and the cold gun stolen by Leonard Snart and his partner, Mick Rory. Cisco's still salty about that, even if they have switched sides and have started trying to help save the world.
"Ta da," he says in a low voice with a bit of a smile. "These are...all mine. Or were. Some aren't finished."
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"Really happy," he agrees. A snort of laughter escapes him as he pulls his badge out from under his t-shirt where it's clipped to one of his belt loops with a retractable spool and he swipes it through a key card reader attached to one of the doors in front of which he stops. "You make me feel like there's hope for humanity, yet, Gracie," he says with a smile, leaning over to give her a quick kiss before pushing the door open after the badge reader beeps to unlock the door.
Inside, there's a lab, but it's largely unused. Mostly, Cisco doesn't work down here that much; he brings his work upstairs, so this office is mostly storage for his old projects, both finished and unfinished. Around the room, there are glass cases every several feet, some which are encasing suits not too unlike the Flash's: unfinished commissioned projects from before the Particle Accelerator explosion; back when law enforcement and public service departments trusted S.T.A.R. Labs to provide them with the newest and most advanced forms of safety equipment for their employees. In other cases, there are weapons or little gadgets and gizmos on pedestals. All of the glass cases are displaying something, except for two: the heat gun and the cold gun stolen by Leonard Snart and his partner, Mick Rory. Cisco's still salty about that, even if they have switched sides and have started trying to help save the world.
"Ta da," he says in a low voice with a bit of a smile. "These are...all mine. Or were. Some aren't finished."