Iris doubts that he'll be able to make sense of everything that's going on, but. She doesn't need it to make sense. It's Barry, and she trusts him with her whole heart. If he asks her to follow, then she'll follow where he leads. She stuffs her hands into her pockets, glancing at the street she nearly got run over in.

"Does the place have deep dish pizza?"

It's a lame joke, but it's not entirely inaccurate. Chicago is the home of deep dish pizzas, right?