[ Cisco smiles, then, feeling bashful and a bit proud. This workshop might be nothing compared to S.T.A.R. Labs, but it's nice to know that somebody finds it impressive. Everything in here is his, after all - things he's invented, or collected painstakingly from the ruins around the city. Well, apart from the couch. ]

You want some coffee?

[ He starts strolling over towards the coffeemaker as John explains that the level of tech he's used to is less than this. It sounds as if it's about in line with Central City, though - advanced enough that John refers to flip phones with that note in his voice as if they're old and a bit shitty. ]

Yeah, I do. I mean, it's not something I've got training or certifications for, I just... was in the right place and the right time in Central City to help some folks out who needed it. See, we didn't have anybody with powers, to start off with, and then all of a sudden there were a couple thousand of us and-

[ He realizes just a half second too late what's happened. He hadn't meant it to happen, to say us instead of them. It had just sort of slipped out. Cisco hesitates, heart racing, but... maybe this is a good sign. This never would've happened, a month or two ago. His every thought would've been focused on tailoring what he said to keep his powers secret. The fact that he's become accustomed enough to speaking about being a meta that he lets it slip accidentally, is just a sign of how far he's come. Awkwardly, he picks up the half-finished sentence: ]

-and, uh, and nobody knew how they worked or how to control them, so. Yeah.