Dinah lifts a hand over her eyes, part-wave, part-salute, part just keeping the sun out of her eyes.

"Thanks so much, guys. I'll drop you off at the bar; we can take it from here."

Part of this is that Flash is in her ear telling her she's needed in Central City, and he can't take all five of them.

"Your drinks are on me until I get back."

They've done all she can ask of them, but she suspects it's going to be a long time before she can take this wig off.