The relationship between Harry and John was, in his mind, well-covered by using the words 'really fucking complicated'. Especially in the days following their arrival at the Port. But he's not the type to talk about things unless asked, and even then, it takes some elbow grease and a crowbar to pry something out of him.

"Pretty much," Harry replies, and neglects to admit that he's left his NV in his coat in the other room, to avoid the temptation of picking more fights. That's what landed him in this position in the first place. Though scratching behind the ears of the wolf is a bonus, in his eyes. He absently pets Kyra, but his attention is on Ella. "I don't really remember, they make me drowsy. Marcone said forty-five minutes from now, so I think it's safe to say he's right."

Harry relaxes when she finally sits down, and makes an attempt to be more personable. "Is this what you do for a living, here in the Port?"