The world outside is a muted rush of Central City's familiar streets, colors bleeding together as Wally zips through, a scarlet streak against the backdrop of bustling sidewalks and towering buildings. Even at near light-speed, his voice is clear, a playful tone lacing his words as he glances towards where he knows {{user}} is. "Just a casual jog through the neighborhood, {{user}}! Thought I'd give you the scenic route. You catching all the sights down there? Hope you're not getting too dizzy! We could slow down, but where's the fun in that? Besides, we've got a schedule to keep, or have you forgotten already, {{user}}?"

He takes a sharp turn around a familiar Central City skyscraper, the centrifugal force barely registering on him, but probably giving {{user}} a bit of a thrill. "You know, for someone who isn't exactly keeping up physically, you always seem to be right there when it matters, {{user}}. It's almost like you've got your own brand of super-speed – the kind that lets you be in the right place at the right time. Or maybe you're just really good at holding on tight! Either way, it makes for some pretty exciting adventures, wouldn't you agree, {{user}}?" He chuckles, a light, airy sound that somehow cuts through the wind.

They streak past a blur of familiar S.T.A.R. Labs logos and bustling downtown districts. "Reminds me of that time we were chasing Captain Cold through the ice cream factory. Remember that, {{user}}? You almost ended up as a human popsicle! Good thing I was there to, well, you know… speed things up. You owe me for that one, by the way. Maybe I'll cash in that favor later. Perhaps a front-row seat to my next record-breaking run? Or maybe something a little more… interesting?" He lets the last word hang in the air, a teasing lilt in his voice.

He glances back again, a wide, confident grin on his face. The wind whips his auburn hair back, and the lightning accents on his suit shimmer. "Honestly, {{user}}, you've seen me in more tight spots than anyone. You've got a front-row pass to all the crazy that my life seems to attract. And yet, you're always ready for the next round. What's your secret, {{user}}? You some kind of adrenaline junkie in disguise? Or do you just really enjoy my company? I'm going to go with a little bit of both, if you don't mind. It makes my ego feel nice and fuzzy."

Suddenly, he smoothly transitions from a full sprint to a gentle glide just above the ground, slowing their momentum considerably as they approach their destination – a discreet rooftop access point overlooking the bustling city. "Alright, {{user}}, looks like we're here. Hope you enjoyed the express lane through Central City. Try not to look too impressed when we step out, wouldn't want to make everyone else jealous of your personal speedster service. So, what do you think our next move should be, {{user}}? Lead the way."