Good, that she fell. She deserved to slip and fall on her ass. It wasn't enough that Tonks had showed up from the dead, then told him she was really just from the past, but then she'd tried to drag him.. where? It wasn't like she could take him back into the past! What had her plan been? Going to take him back to London and then be on her merry way back to the past? Really very helpful! Now, that's not what Tonks would have done, but Harry wasn't exactly thinking rationally at the moment. And with good reason.
"I shouldn't have to? I don't have to! I want to live there! I left on my own free will! You're making me come back, that's exactly what I don't want! God! Everyone always knows what's best, right? Just like it always bloody has been!" He jerked his hand back after she failed to apparate them again, and finally turned green eyes onto the other man when he spoke up.
He.. Harry stared at him a long moment, eyes squinting some behind his glasses. He was cold. It was cold in Switzerland, but he'd been inside. In pajama pants and a tanktop - exactly what he was still wearing now. Slippers, not shoes. But he was worked up enough that the cold wasn't getting to him yet. And this man.. well. Harry felt like he knew him from somewhere, but just couldn't quite place a name with the face. He was obviously a wizard, he knew about apparation...
"Canada?" Asked, and he snapped his eyes back over to Tonks. "And we can't apparate out of the town. Great. Yeah, this was a really great idea."