The dragon burrows into the crook of Cisco's arm, looping his tail around his wrist and trilling at the attention.

Aha. Another piece of the puzzle.
But Harry files it away for the moment. They have more pressing matters to get to. "Start making the calculations for a controlled explosion. We've got speedsters who can help contain the damage."

He levels a finger at him. "Last ditch effort only. We have to try something more conventional first."