Cable ignored the boy for the moment, focusing on the three attempted robbers who were currently suspended in midair, spinning slowly. Young - in their twenties - experienced enough to break into one of the largest research facilities in the world, but not enough to get out without alerting security, the men were the bottom of the totem pole, anyway. Cable had been tipped off to the theft while searching the mind of the man who'd hired them, and he was not the man who'd ordered the job done, still.
A glass cylinder floated in the air near the men, and Cable plucked it out, barely glancing at it. "You have no idea what your greed and ignorance nearly cost you," he said. As the men lowered and settled on the floor, they suddenly fell asleep.
At last, he turned and examined the teenager who'd... come to help. "Kid Flash," he repeated. The name seemed familiar somehow, but it barely took an examination of his mind for Cable to realize why. "Bart Allen," he mused, surprised. "You'd said you'd travelled through time; somehow I hadn't pictured this."
Recovering himself, he added, "My name is Cable. We met - from your perspective, we will meet, sometime in the late thirtieth century."