Bob looked down, as if just realizing the body he was in was female. "Yes, well, another argument for my not choosing this all, I suppose," A hand moved up to her forehead, pinching the bridge of her nose. "And that's sweet, Harry, really, but now that you've found me- what are we going to do? Not that I'm not grateful for a body, of course... but I'd rather not be blamed, for whatever's in the works, here."