Harry doesn't move for a few seconds after Raylan and Lia get up. He's done all he technically has to. Of course, if one of any number of people find out he did even that much, they're going to be very annoyed he pointed a mortal authority at a primarily supernatural conflict, but it's not like he dragged Givens into this in the first place.
He's aware that defense is not likely to hold up with any of the people involved. And he can't count on Givens to sort this out for him - whether he goes with the marshal or alone, someone took a shot at him, even if it was in a really roundabout way. He's going to have to deal with the problem one way or another.
Harry looks at Mouse. Mouse raises his eyebrows and just waits. After a moment, Harry swears softly under his breath. "This couldn't wait until I had something to eat?" he growls, grabs his staff, and follows the pair out, Mouse trailing along patiently at his heels.
He pulls to an abrupt stop as soon as he spots Raylan and Lia crouched down by the car. There are only so many reasons Harry can think of for them to be doing that, and "checking for bombs" is right at the top of the list. They could just be paranoid, but it wouldn't be without good reason - and if there is a bomb, and it's electronic, Harry would rather not get too close. Fifty-fifty shot on whether his magic would disable it or set it off, and he doesn't really want to play those odds.
"Problem?" he calls, hanging back at a safe distance. They might think he's a chicken, but at least he won't accidentally get them killed just by standing too close.
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He's aware that defense is not likely to hold up with any of the people involved. And he can't count on Givens to sort this out for him - whether he goes with the marshal or alone, someone took a shot at him, even if it was in a really roundabout way. He's going to have to deal with the problem one way or another.
Harry looks at Mouse. Mouse raises his eyebrows and just waits. After a moment, Harry swears softly under his breath. "This couldn't wait until I had something to eat?" he growls, grabs his staff, and follows the pair out, Mouse trailing along patiently at his heels.
He pulls to an abrupt stop as soon as he spots Raylan and Lia crouched down by the car. There are only so many reasons Harry can think of for them to be doing that, and "checking for bombs" is right at the top of the list. They could just be paranoid, but it wouldn't be without good reason - and if there is a bomb, and it's electronic, Harry would rather not get too close. Fifty-fifty shot on whether his magic would disable it or set it off, and he doesn't really want to play those odds.
"Problem?" he calls, hanging back at a safe distance. They might think he's a chicken, but at least he won't accidentally get them killed just by standing too close.