Harry nodded. "Bit hard to miss. Big swirly watery-looking tear in reality? Went away right after you dropped through it." He took a step closer, extending his gloved left hand to where the opening had been, trying to sense any lingering energies.
And was surprised to instead sense a tingle in the aura around the girl.
The portal was gone, cleanly. Opening his Sight might show some trace, but Harry had a feeling whatever had created it was something he didn't want to See. Ever.
So he stooped a bit, bending, to get a look at her. His eyes bypassed hers, not hanging around for a soulgaze, but noted the piercings, the tattoo, the hair colors, the scrapes, the tear in her pants, and her gear. "Nice blade," he said, nodding at the weapon on her back. "What's your name?"