[ If there's one thing that will put the brakes on her denial and disbelief and meltdown spiral, it's an insult or cutting remark from someone she doesn't like. It's one thing Hartley's been good for in Caitlin's life, getting her accustomed to reacting, to doing what she can to pull herself out of this.

Her head lifts, her expression goes hard. ]

You know nothing about me.

[ This time, she's the one to approach him, her eyes sharp and her mouth pressed into a thin line. It's easier now to separate him from Cisco in her head, though she finds herself wondering what happened in this world that turned Reverb into this. What happened to Killer Frost and Deathstorm, too. ]

You can watch all you like, but it doesn't mean jack.

[ She tries to stare him down. ]

What's your game, here? What are you after?