Harmony started like a scared cat, hit some part of him on some part of the car with a definite 'thunk' but didn't appear to notice too much. "You're not lines, you're not tangled webs." he said, licking at the blood on his lip that he'd drawn himself through chewing it and sounding scared but still somehow empty, like an echo of a scream. "Dreams of you all through my head." he said, and why he was on a Led Zep kick was anyone's guess.