Yamato tilts his head at Barry in a 'she's got you there' gesture, before he freezes up again when Caitlin pulls at the collar of his shirt. Once she draws back, he rubs a hand over the side of his neck, reflexively covering the point where the scar curves up it for a few seconds.

"Right, I will ... do that," he says, clearing his throat as he takes the clip and attaches it to his finger.

Despite being, perhaps, a little stressed right now, his blood pressure falls well within the optimal range for an athletic person of his age.