[ He may look like Cisco, but his laugh is nothing like Cisco's. It is smug and false, a chuckle more than anything else. It's only too clear that Caitlin's disturbance and confusion are amusing to him. ]

But you... what? Please.

[ Reverb scoffs at the idea of Caitlin as a fighter. ]

I've been watching, you see. [ Reverb taps at the goggles on his face, before pulling them off. Without them, the resemblance to Cisco is even stronger, but it also makes the differences more obvious. He's a little thinner than Cisco, there's an unhealthy pallor to his skin, and the dramatic makeup around his eyes doesn't entirely hide the dark circles under them. ] There's so much you don't know, Dr. Snow. About his potential. About him. And about... other people in your life.

[ It's clear that, for all that Deathstorm and Killer Frost helped to set this little trap, they aren't privy to whatever the hell it is Reverb is talking about. They seem restless and confused, and Reverb seems to not give a shit about them, or about Detective West or Lawton.

He tuts, condescending and slow: ]

So naïve. I don't know how any of you have managed to survive this long, honestly...