He sets down the bourbon on what seemed to serve as a wet bar and makes his way over, surprised that Doctor Wells had something for him. Barry's eyes widen when he sees what the man had in hand.

"I--" He's touched. "You really meant it." He smiles a little. "How does it work? How does it charge? Is it only by skin contact? How much does it dampen?" And there he goes, a million questions at a mile a minute.