"Whatever they haven't destroyed yet. Your father managed to be an evil bastard for decades without getting caught, why are these new bastards all so incompetent?" Seemed like a good question to ask. This time, different from before, Max did physically enter the elevator. He leaned against the wall, moving his hands a little bit above the buttons instead of pressing them directly. His arms crossed, he kept his eyes on Harry. Had to wonder whether he had ever even held a gun before.

Didn't really matter, he supposed. He was doing a good, unhinged show of it. "If they don't have anything to help you down there, we'll find something somewhere else."

He wanted to reassure Harry.