"Yeah, yeah." Dismissive, but there might have been a brief hint of a smile. Or at least as close as he got to one.

Absently, he pushed his sleeves up his arms - light scars here and there, maybe a few burns - and looked Barry over again. "Without that fancy speed, can you even fight?" If his powers did get taken away somehow, he couldn't go around protecting people if he was just a pushover.

"You gotta be smart about it, kid."