You just stared down a bus-sized parasite and you're concerned about interior design?

[Exasperated went without saying, his grip tightens on the steering wheel and as he drives through from one neighborhood to the next he keeps an eye out for places that look unoccupied.]

C'mon, man. You should be worried about a whole lot more than some shams and furniture.

[How the hell Hank survived the Chechen mafia was beyond him. The priorities aren't where they should be, and it's not like Barry's ever been the type to use rose-colored glasses in a crisis. That's not at all where his thoughts were, his mind was on safe haven and security for the night. There's no telling what else this place could be capable of.]