Harry tilted his head upward. His left arm was already out, ready to throw a shield, but when no attack came (he was eyeing that sword, just in case), he started to pick himself up from the ground. "Could ask you the same thing," he said. Something was working against that British accent, sounding a bit more like Wizard Rashid than someone like Langtry. That actually worked in the man's favor - Harry had a great deal of respect for the Gatekeeper, and relatively none for the Merlin.
He looked up at the dark-haired man with a faint scowl. "Could you drop the sword, at least? If you're not going to give me a hand. I'm Harry. I don't like pointy things aimed in my direction. Allergies, you know."