Weaving his way through the crowd, keeping his eyes open for anything he can spot, Harry sees Erik and heads his way. He towers over the crowd, and raises a hand, looking battered, and weary, and a little dusty.

"Mister Lehnsherr. Glad to see you made it through this mess." He nods, and then settles to the wall and simply sits, ignoring the crowd around them and resting. Wanda will find him, at some point, he knows, or he will find her. And for now, well, this is not a bad place to be.

He's tired, very tired.