[For all that Barry feels so utterly captivated by the woman's presence, frozen in place beneath the intensity of her gaze, the stranger's own eyes seem to have trouble falling away from him too, her interest obvious and surprisingly sincere. Whatever Barry can't quite see in himself in comparison to the other men in this tavern, she seems to have taken notice.]

Not anymore. [The corner of her mouth quirks upwards, as if she's holding back a laugh from some private joke, but she continues on quickly enough.] I'm guessin' they won't bother me as long as you're here. A woman alone just invites the attention.

[A hand slips across the bar to rest against his arm, her brows arching in interest.] Thirteen years? [She lets loose a low whistle.] That's a hella long time. You must really enjoy it. What d'ya teach? Anythin' fun? No, no, let me guess. Somethin' in the, hm, sciences? Yeah, you've got distinguished scientist written all over you. Very cute.

[The woman catches Barry's gaze the second it lands back on her, her stare just a little too intense, a touch of playfulness there in her eyes.] Oh? Then why have I seen you here every night this week, Barry?

[Had he even mentioned his name?]