"Murphy wouldn't let me back in to your club yet," Harry said with a shrug. He squeezed Eric's hand lightly. "And the elevator might not kill me, but I'm not entirely convinced that Pam won't." Still, he stood up straighter as the elevator doors opened and followed Eric out. After all, facing certain death wasn't a novelty for Harry. He'd gotten pretty good at being calm in the face of destruction over the years.