[ for as fast as wally he, he can also be incredibly slow. usually on the uptake. like right now, for instance. it takes him a moment to process what linda actually said, because, for one, it wasn't what he was expecting; and, two, she doesn't actually seem ... mad? unless she's one of those people who gets really calm when they're mad. wally doesn't like those types of people because it's almost impossible to tell when he's done something wrong. which ... if he's being honest, he does a lot. ]

Huh? [ yes, very intelligent. it's a little hard to follow the situation when he's been so abruptly thrown off his train of thought. that's the problem with speedsters — they end up talking so fast and so much they don't realize they've gotten so far off track until they're thrown back on the rails by the harsh thrust of reality. and the reality here is, well, he's just spilled coffee all over a pretty girl, he has napkins in his hands, he can't remember how many times he's said "i'm sorry," and linda is talking about hidden cameras. wally might be a scientific genius, but making logical jumps like this just isn't his forte. ]

[ he blinks a few times, glancing down at the napkins as if they can help him, then back at linda with a genuinely confused furrow of his brow. ] What cameras? This — [ and that's when it dawns on him: ] What? No, this isn't a joke! [ he holds his hands up in surrender, hoping that by frantically waving them it might convince her that he is not trying to play a practical joke on her. ] It was, well ... a really unfortunate accident. I was trying to save it, honestly! I just ... [ didn't decelerate properly ] tripped. [ yeah, nailed it. he laughs nervously, attempting an apologetic smile. ] I don't know if these napkins will help, but... [ it's he best he could do with the resources available to him. ]