Ahuh and there went her ego getting stomped and crushed by Harry Dresden again. He just didn't see her, no matter what she did or showed him. It was like she was under a veil and he just couldn't see who she really was and how she felt.

"Have you found anything out yet about this place?" Molly asked, following Harry. She tugged the skirt down, conscious of the lack of underwear and feeling more exposed now in clothes than in the towel. She might borrow clothes but she was not borrowing someone elses panties, that was just weird. Still, it wasn't like he could tell not whilst she was wearing his coat and coudld draw it across the stiff peaks of her pierced nipples. "Who do we need to look out for?"

In other words who had he already pissed off.