"What they are is a damned sight better than we had before, isn't it? Any step is at least a step that isn't us going round in circles over that damned locket!" And she hadn't meant to raise her voice to him, really. But Harry's mood fed her own even when she was trying to ignore it.
It didn't help that he was right. That nothing they'd done - and they'd tried everything she could think of short of dropping the thing into a bloody volcano - had so much as dented the metal.