"Yes, fine, unless he's managed to get himself into trouble since..."
Murphy's speculation on what Harry was up to that day trailed off as Dinah pushed the bracelet and key at her. The ex-cop's expression turned from one of puzzlement (at why Dinah still wasn't actually using them), to shock (she hadn't even know the pair were on a break), to realization, and finally back to something that she hoped was vaguely neutral--though it was only years of practice that kept the flash of irritation in check.
Her first impulse was to be angry with Harry, because he was like a big bull's eye. The idiot! He'd orchestrated this situation with his insensitivity, as usual. You idiot, was her second thought, because she had allowed it to happen.
"No, Dinah," she said, stepping back from the door, "I mean, I could, but I really that that would be a blow best delivered in person, don't you?" Even if part of her thought that maybe she should be the one to take the heat for it, since she'd somehow become the wedge between them. "And if this is because of me, then I think I owe you an apology." Because she wasn't so completely lacking in estrogen that she couldn't have seen this coming.