[ This is giving him flashbacks to when his father or brother had to go bail him out of the drunk tank when he was younger. Although with decidedly less visible disappointment.

At least the cuffs won't chafe his wrists. He fiddles a bit as the strange feeling kind of settles over him. It's like... a mild pressure, a foggy sort of haze. Almost like he's lost one of his senses.

And he playfully rolls his eyes at Hana. ] About 60% of one, yes. Where do you think the tattoo—

[ He pauses and looks down at the glowing blue of his handcuffs. ] Oh, yes. It's suppressing that too.

[ As Cisco chats with Hana for a second, he ponders the implications of this. Thinks about how mad it would probably make his brother too. At least here, he's with friends he trusts.

After Cisco sneezes he turns back to look at him. He fiddles with his arms in a hapless sort of attempt at a shrug. ]

I... don't know? I noticed I was developing some kind of ability within the past couple weeks. It wasn't this— this. Until yesterday.