Harmony nods brusquely by way of answering Carlos's last question.  She blushes a bit under Soph's return attention as if acutely aware that 'young' and 'hot' are two words that simply don't apply to her anymore, however she might want them to.<br/><br/>"Yeah, that guy.  Something feels really wrong about him."  Her expression darkens.  "I can feel that storm comin' all the way over here.  Always said the worst thing in the world'd be some asshole with true faith, a belief in the end times, and an artifact to use as a battery..."<br/><br/>By this time Jenny and Alex have returned, and Harmony gives her son an odd sidelong look.<br/><br/>"Thanks, kid.  You did good," she manages, just loud enough to carry.  This seems to both please and embarrass him once the initial surprise fades.<br/><br/>"Ain't nothin', Mom..."<br/><br/>"Bullshit.  You did the right thing, even for me," she growls at him, drawing herself up straight and stepping closer.  "That means you're better'n me.  So I guess I did somethin' right in this life after all."  Her eyes drift to Jenny, carrying an unspoken question for the cocktail waitress.<br/><br/>"Guess you got work to do after we take care of poor ol' Willy."<br/><br/>