Harry doesn't actually need the coat these days, even the harshest temperatures the city had dropped to was barely much more than a fall breeze to him these days. Perks. Even so, he already had his battered old duster on when Jaune came out of the room and has just slipped a heavy revolver into his coat pocket.

"Those zombie attacks were bugging me so I did some work, and figured out where I would set up if I wanted to work necromancy on that scale." He grinned. "Somewhere out there is the site of a very powerful, possibly volatile, black magic ritual. We're gonna go poke it with a stick."