Normally, Harry wouldn't come to this part of town unless he had a very good (i.e. dubiously legal) reason to. But then, isn't that what this is? The weed he's been smoking makes him less worried overall that he's going to end up stabbed with a rusty shiv, even feeling a little lightheaded and giggly as Jinx leads him through, around, and over her various trip wires and booby traps. He peers at her creations with his eyes wide with wonder, his mind busy imagining all the chaos these guns and grenades could wreak.

He spins in a circle to take it all in, grinning like a kid in a candy store.

"I'm impressed. I don't even know what half this shit does, but it looks very cool."