[It's certainly been an interesting discussion-- if that's a word you want to use for it-- but Tina looks no less relaxed than she had minutes prior. Her hands gripping the sides of her elbows as she continues to peer at the two men as if trying to get the answers she wanted out. Except, they'd given their answers and only learning to trust and believe them would make her feel any better about the situation.
And that would take some time.
Her brow arches all the same at Remus' comment. As if she would try to off someone right here. She might disarm and arrest, maybe, but unless someone was trying to kill another person she had no intention of such a thing-- Not really. She's just and maybe a wee bit wreckless, but even as an Auror she always tries to do the right thing than what the rulebook says. Which is, of course, what's gotten her into trouble before--
But it's not something she'll tell these two men and she far from understands the way British Aurors behaved in the later wars.
If she had anything to say then, it passes with a grimace as Remus continues. If it's a story you don't mind telling. They're nothing more than the past, what happens-- or happened-- to them clearly of no merit to the two sitting before them. It's the past so whatever fresh wounds exist isn't a bother, her fingers dig more deeply into the crease of her elbow and she glances at Newt--
Wonders minutely how he's taking to this being called famous. Surely no better than she, and no one's proclaimed anything of her fate short of a byline somewhere. It's a question for later and she almost misses Remus' latter question until she starts with a look of surprise and then forgets to look fierce and imposing as she colors just slightly, giving a huff of a breath.]
Ask Newt, since it seems he doesn't think I'm capable of feeding myself. [It's a light jab in answer, but still she's glad he'd come all the same... And not wholly because she actually is hungry and has to take a moment to figure out when she last ate (the night prior, maybe? she was bad without Queenie there insisting...)] However, it seems we're imposing on your tea.
[Said quickly, still pointedly; Of course she won't let that one go down for now, and it's possible later she won't stick around in this house because nice man or not she doesn't particularly like feeling cornered.] I was only stopping by for a moment anyway.
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And that would take some time.
Her brow arches all the same at Remus' comment. As if she would try to off someone right here. She might disarm and arrest, maybe, but unless someone was trying to kill another person she had no intention of such a thing-- Not really. She's just and maybe a wee bit wreckless, but even as an Auror she always tries to do the right thing than what the rulebook says. Which is, of course, what's gotten her into trouble before--
But it's not something she'll tell these two men and she far from understands the way British Aurors behaved in the later wars.
If she had anything to say then, it passes with a grimace as Remus continues. If it's a story you don't mind telling. They're nothing more than the past, what happens-- or happened-- to them clearly of no merit to the two sitting before them. It's the past so whatever fresh wounds exist isn't a bother, her fingers dig more deeply into the crease of her elbow and she glances at Newt--
Wonders minutely how he's taking to this being called famous. Surely no better than she, and no one's proclaimed anything of her fate short of a byline somewhere. It's a question for later and she almost misses Remus' latter question until she starts with a look of surprise and then forgets to look fierce and imposing as she colors just slightly, giving a huff of a breath.]
Ask Newt, since it seems he doesn't think I'm capable of feeding myself. [It's a light jab in answer, but still she's glad he'd come all the same... And not wholly because she actually is hungry and has to take a moment to figure out when she last ate (the night prior, maybe? she was bad without Queenie there insisting...)] However, it seems we're imposing on your tea.
[Said quickly, still pointedly; Of course she won't let that one go down for now, and it's possible later she won't stick around in this house because nice man or not she doesn't particularly like feeling cornered.] I was only stopping by for a moment anyway.