[Harry cannot help the amusement at all, but he does pick up the otter with ease and keep her close within the towel.

He blinks a bit at the paw tickling.

Harry doesn't have to know what she's thinking... to know what she's thinking.]

It's alright. You'll turn back. Be back to researching as you ordinarily would in this circumstance. Nothing to do at the moment but get away from the sound. [If not soon, he'll be looking for help with that. Can't be good to stay an otter so long. And he is concerned.] For now, I'll take you to the cafeteria with me.

To the sink.