Harry had been feeling the heat as well, he was normally really tolerant of such things but with how much activity they had to do just by battling and hiking was too much. He certainly wasn't wearing his coat or cardigan he had shown up in. He sort of looked like some reject from that Grease movie wearing only his white wife beater and his light blue jeans which he was oh so tempted to roll the pant legs up, you don't even.

James never did tell Harry who they were meeting up with, to Harry it was just some young friend of James' who knew the way to Violet City. He didn't know that the person they were meeting up with had been the one he had told awhile back to watch her language on the feed. She wasn't the only one on the feed with bad language, but that one time certainly was obsessive.

Regardless of their less then pleasant first impressions, Harry wasn't one to hold a grudge over it. She had apologized back then and she had stopped so there was no reason to. She had been hungover after all.

"You're the one we're supposed to meet up with, huh?"