[Harry nods at the werewolf-- he won't go alone. At least, right when he's nodding, he believes that he isn't going to go in alone.

He might change his mind, but probably only under relatively sensible circumstances. Steam starts to seep out of the nose of the kettle so he gets some cups ready, pushes some tins of different kinds of tea closer to Remus so he can pick.] I don't know what it's called. [The latter question, he answers aloud.] I'm fairly confident it wasn't from our world.

Its body was something between a big dog and a small bear. Huge muscles, small ears. But its face was really odd-- I mean. Their faces all looked different, and more like people than animals, short snouts and all colors in their eyes. [Harry looks pensive.] It was a monster from someone else's world, wasn't it? Another passenger's?