Yamato snarls reflexively as Barry pulls him back, but he does have the good grace to look slightly sheepish about that, once he sees the soda spray.

For all that he distinctly dislikes being grabbed and superspeeded, even just a few feet, he feels like he would've also disliked having grape? soda sprayed all over him.

"... Thanks," he mutters to Barry. "Getting grape? in my hair because Cisco can't keep his delicious soda down would've sucked."