[Well.

Hm.]

That's...

[Her expression twists, a mix of sorrow and confusion pinching between her brows, ears dipped down low. She gets it, has had these exact same thoughts, but time and time again, her and Barry always arrive right back to this same answer.]

To be fair, we flew around between a hundred different planes, but - but I get it. Shit's different on this one. Didn't follow the usual structure. But we're sure... How else would we get here. Doesn't make sense otherwise.