Well, at least Mouse is making friends. And not tripping anyone over. Not that he usually does; for a dog as big as he is, Mouse has a really good sense of who and where he is. If someone's going to blam into Harry and nearly knock him over on any given day, it's usually Mister.

Then again, Mouse is a sucker for having a fuss made about him.

Harry winces.

"Uh. Yeah. Sorry about that. I, uh, don't have a great relationship with technology."

As in, he can kill it just by walking into the room. Walking into the room and holding up his shield while feeling a sudden sense of surprise, shock, and, yes, okay, some fear?

Yeah. Sparks.