"Knocking seemed ill advised when I was under the impression you were about to kill each other," Rip said, trying not to react outwardly despite the fact he was struggling on this inside. This was... far more complicated than he'd anticipated. Mr. Snart and Mr. Allen fighting was one thing. There was a precedent for that within the timeline. This, however? THIS?
Rip couldn't help but wince slightly at Allen's words to Snart, the bitter irony of it all welling up in him, "Chill out? Please tell me that was just an indelicately timed turn of phrase, Mr. Allen, and not that he's dragged you onto the painful pun train as well," He said, sighing softly as a raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"I'm here because I'm going to have to have a few words with Ms. Lance about clarifying her statements. Or at least attempting to correct someone when they end up grabbing the wrong end of the stick. Though, I imagine she thought this was too hilarious a gaff to pass up," Rip said, lowering his hand before peering across the room at the two men, one a member of his team and the other than future savior of Central City. God, this was a mess.
"And I would highly prefer it if you didn't throw yourself out of a window, Mr. Allen. The timeline is likely already suffering enough as it is just from...." Rip trialed off, his face scrunching together in an unreadable expression as he gestured vaguely towards both Snart and Allen in their current states. Of all the times to be without Gideon to tell him what the ramifications of their actions were.