"Sweetheart, we're all nefarious some way or another. Don't worry about it." He totally had nefarious intent, he wouldn't be Leonard Snart if he wasn't. It was just his own intent, not anyone elses.

He frowned as he looked at her. "Vials? Viands with instructions to imbibe? Not exactly common where I'm from," he pointed out. "It's a station, not surrounding Earth." Assuming she came from Earth, that was. Who knows, maybe she was one of the aliens he'd heard so much about.