"I'm not that fond of airplanes," Harry answers slowly, all his bad feelings about this conversation suddenly ratcheting up to eleven. "I drive everywhere." And travel through the Nevernever when he doesn't have another choice, but somehow he doesn't think Mr. Marshal is going to appreciate or accept that explanation.
Mouse's tail sweeps genially over the floor while Lia scratches his neck, but he glances up at her after a moment, and quirks an eyebrow in silent amusement. He sees what you did there, Lia. It's a nice try, at least.
Harry's attention, meanwhile, doesn't waver from Raylan's face, without coming close to actually meeting his eyes. His eyebrows shoot up and he rocks back in his chair a little as the marshal comes to the point of that little story, picks up his own bottle and takes a drink while he thinks back to what, at the time, had seemed like just a false alarm from the Paranet - just concerning enough to convince him to check it out himself, but nothing came out of it.
"I was in Lexington a little while ago," he says with a faint frown. "I remember there was an explosion while I was there, but I was a little busy at the time to run around blowing up city blocks for fun. I could do that right here in Chicago if I really wanted to."
Mouse turns his head slowly to give Harry what might be a reproving look. Or maybe just dubious that Harry's dumb enough to actually say that. Harry realizes that maybe he should not be so flippant with law enforcement officers who don't know him. "If I was the kind of person to do that sort of thing," he adds blandly.
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Mouse's tail sweeps genially over the floor while Lia scratches his neck, but he glances up at her after a moment, and quirks an eyebrow in silent amusement. He sees what you did there, Lia. It's a nice try, at least.
Harry's attention, meanwhile, doesn't waver from Raylan's face, without coming close to actually meeting his eyes. His eyebrows shoot up and he rocks back in his chair a little as the marshal comes to the point of that little story, picks up his own bottle and takes a drink while he thinks back to what, at the time, had seemed like just a false alarm from the Paranet - just concerning enough to convince him to check it out himself, but nothing came out of it.
"I was in Lexington a little while ago," he says with a faint frown. "I remember there was an explosion while I was there, but I was a little busy at the time to run around blowing up city blocks for fun. I could do that right here in Chicago if I really wanted to."
Mouse turns his head slowly to give Harry what might be a reproving look. Or maybe just dubious that Harry's dumb enough to actually say that. Harry realizes that maybe he should not be so flippant with law enforcement officers who don't know him. "If I was the kind of person to do that sort of thing," he adds blandly.