"Tea would be lovely," Harold answers on automatic, taking comfort in the offer that speaks of something so familiar and normal.

"I'm afraid I don't have the slightest idea what's going on. Besides what the-- the voice said when I... got here."

He looks between the two ladies as if hoping some answer will materialize from either of them.

"Ah-- my name is Harold," he offers. He looks as though he might offer a hand to shake, but 'Norma' is busy with tea and the pale blonde girl is just a few seats too far.

Bear 'solves' this, for a certain value of 'solve' -- he bounces to his doggy feet and comes up to Brier with a plaintive doggy whuff and an inquisitive look, as if he too wanted to ask if she were alright.

"Bear, stop that-- he won't bite you," Finch hastens to reassure the girl. "Bear! Hier!"