You better not throw up on me. [Seriously, high-speed yakking is the grossest.

...not that he has any experience with that.]

Look, if you just- [Wally stops before turning a little red. He sighs, slips off his backpack, searching through it for a light-weight hoodie he'd packed for himself. He tosses it at her.] The less you see and feel and hear, the better. Just try it. [She'd probably feel better if she hid her face, but the only place to really hide it when they're running is against Wally and like hell he's going to suggest that.]