[Harry is trying very hard not to look the least bit amused while she goes off on one of her tangents.

It's not so much that he isn't sympathetic, but it's more that-- she was an otter only moments ago being all animal like and enjoying the water. Now she's herself again and ranting.

Harry doesn't quite move like moving might somehow bring that rage down upon him instead.]

I'm actually... not looking. At all.

[He's afraid if he does, he WILL laugh.]

It sounded like a rough fall is what I meant. I knew you'd be embarrassed and angry.