Harry thought about that, then shrugged a bit, letting out a breath. "Well, I knew we were going to run into a mess of things out here. I just wasn't expecting them to introduce themselves first." He shook his head. "If it's here, it would have become my problem eventually. And if it's here for you, it'll have to get through me, too. Still my problem. So I say we blame Kincaid for the headache, because something about him just pisses me off, and go from there. I've definitely got some work to do."
Research, and work. The wards would come first. Then, Harry could see about getting Bob back from Chicago. He had a feeling he was going to need the old skull's assistance.
Oddly, he was feeling better about the whole mess. A smile even crossed his face when he lifted a hand, used an effort of will, and drew the chair Phaedra had thrown back into the room.