[Barry pokes into the Breaker Box, though he rarely shows alone. Swallowing a nervous tic and flattening out his hands to keep them from fiddling with each other, he glances around warily as he approaches the bar, sitting awkwardly on a stool as he mutters mostly to himself.]
Feels... odd in here. Maybe that's just... me, though...
Eddie? Volt? ...Is anyone here?
Barry can see the door to the backroom open and Eddie come out. Eddie's hands had a visible tremor before he stuffed them in his pockets. The air feels dead and filled with buzzing static. It doesn't feel as live as it normally does.
Eddie comes over and leans against the bar. "Hey! Did you need something Barry?" His voice is so subtly shaky, and he seems more tense than usual. His soft smile comes across wrong.
Eddie seems to zone out every so often even though he is clearly listening. The air feels deader and deader as the minutes tick by.