"I have to lock you guys down here, you kill people, you hurt people and you have super powers that you would use to escape jail. Hell, I try to make it at least fun." Hence the Cisco disco and the movie nights but yeah, no, he was very aware of the irony and he didn't really want to discuss it. "And I'm not claustrophobic, I'm just not totally chill with cramped little places where it feels like the walls are closing in and we're going to just lose all oxygen and slowly suffocate to--"

And there was that deep breath he was told to take. Oh man. He was going to die in here.

"Shut up." He said before Hartley could even say anything. Preemptive shut down. "There's nothing wrong with my personality, I could boss you around if I wanted to."