"Huh." Harriet thinks about that. "Fuck. And me without a friendly possessing metaphysical principle to do the math and fix everything up. Fuck. Well, we play the cards we're dealt. At least I have some idea how I wound up here now." She holds up a hand. "Which I am not going to explain at the moment, because I don't think the puppies are friendly. Check your six."

There are in fact three hellhounds slinking out of the tunnel behind Alex.