Molly turned around, not that he could see it, and dropped the veil. She gave him a disappointed sigh--obviously she still had work to do. Not that Harry could veil his way out of a paper bag. That at least made her feel a LITTLE better. And he wasn't asking her how many of those stupid beads she could move. That hadn't been nice Harry.

"Know where we are? I was cooking breakfast--someone has to feed you something besides coke, pizza and Burger King. And then wham. This is pretty lame for a bar. And the Outer Space thing?" She pointed to the windows. "Extra lame. So have we been kidnapped by bad guys with super bad taste?"

She crouched down to give Mouse a hug and a scruff and looked around at the other occupants. To say she was a little at odds with the others appearance was putting it mildly. Her hair was neon, and she was pierced in places that no else seemed to be. Seriously. Lame Ass Club.