Lia cannot stop herself when Raylan says he's buying into this guy's bull.

"What are you, high?" Then it hits her that oh, yeah. She met Raylan shortly before he got all mauled by werewolves. Who were in fact after another werewolf. Her. "...Oh. Right."

Okay, so maybe - just maybe, mind - this guy might not be talking out of his ass here. Possibly. But Harry still gets one hell of a stink-eye just on principle. Even as she fishes out her handy dandy little blue notebook and a pen from a pocket, opens it to a blank page, and pokes them across the table to Dresden with a nod. "Quick-like, please."