"Interesting's a good word for him," she admitted. "A bit negative, but I suppose he had a hard life by the bits and pieces I've been gleaning here and there about him."
She scooted back a little as Harry started to lift the helmet out, and she reached out to brush some of the dirt from the grooves in the armor. She wondered if any of the other pieces had been buried, or if this one was just down there to be a pain in their collective ass.
Studying the helmet, she shook her head slightly. "I tripped over it," she explained to Harry. "Wasn't even looking, honestly, just ... trip." She snorted and gazed at the ground. She started to push the dirt back in; no need to leave a gaping hole here. The soft dip was going to be hazard enough to an unobservant walker.