So far, this had been a routine job as far as Harry was concerned; nothing had exploded, melted or otherwise ripped a hole in reality (well, except the one that was here when he got here). Still, that was no reason to half-ass it -- someone could still be lying low in the crowds of confused Germans.

He'd strung together a few charms looking for subtle things; he was going to assume SHIELD's nice government budget could cover 'someone is throwing fireballs and summoning nasties' detection, and took them for a walk and some people-watching.

Besides, legwork made Harry feel useful.