Vague to a bunch of Muggles who would likely be driving in to try and have Sunday dinners with their families? This wouldn't be fun. Less fun once it came time to explain that everyone was dead, but she doubted that would be cleared anytime soon either.
"Right, I've got it," she called back to Cass before turning back around to head down the road. She pulled a Sickle piece from her pants pocket and quickly transfigured it into a badge as she walked, just in case any of the Muggles would ask to see one.
The smell lessened slightly as she headed a bit further from the scene, and at least the voices weren't so enveloping. But it was still so there. It just wasn't the sort of thing you could erase from your mind so easily.