I'd tell you. [He's used to tipsy rambling, it's a pretty regular feature of the Gallery. He shifts to pull the heat gun out from beneath the bar and holds it up, turning it so she can see every angle.] 'S all I got. That and I've time traveled so much, I don't feel the side effects anymore. Not sure that counts as a power, but it got pretty convenient toward the end of my tenure as Chronos.

[He stows the heat gun again and pours himself another drink, of the regular run-of-the-mill bourbon.] Don't worry about Barry. We take care of him. [He's become pretty important to their little crew, although damned if Mick knows how that happened. It just happened.]