Years of having far more imminently dangerous people lunge at him kept Harry from flinching, although the frown did deepen. "She was. At least that bodes well for her bank account?" That was Harry, master of the bright sides. From what he knew of the White Court, the revelation probably wouldn't shock Justine all that much. But he doubted she would go back to it, especially with the way Thomas seemed to be reacting.
There was a slight delay between Thomas' words and Justine's appearance, but it wasn't much, as she wandered back into the room in relatively well-fitting men's clothing, a low-hanging pair of jeans and a button-down shirt. They did nothing to lessen her feminine beauty, instead giving the sense of a girlfriend. She had the decency to look a little confused, slipping her feet into the flip-flops by the door. "This was all that was in there- she must not live here. Where are we going?"