"Heh. Yeah, well, you wanna talk about 'grievous distress,' I'm a natural fast-talker, you meet anybody from New York, and I mean real New Yorkers, born and bred, guaranteed they can spit words out at a mile a minute. You oughtta hear me after a couple cups of coffee or when I'm pissed off, swear to God, even my girlfriend can't understand what the fuck I'm sayin' half the time 'cause she's from Texas and--"


Shit. Shitshitshit.

He wasn't supposed to refer to her with the g-word. Would that word mean what he thinks it means in Harry's world?

He was rambling anyway.

"Well. You see what I mean." And he quickly takes a sip of coffee.