Susan looked to Cass. "She has you marked by name, you know. That concerns me greatly. I don't like the idea that she's singled you out." It did not sit comfortably.
She had to concede that McGonagall couldn't be dead. "It just doesn't bear thinking about."
Snorting at the thought of the Death Eaters in disarray, a shot of pain went through her arm, and she cut her laughter short. "Well, I can only hope they are feeling their losses as deeply as we are with ours." She honestly had no answers, and that vexed her.
Looking up she looked towards the rooms. "How much longer do you think this will be?" Susan wasn't a martyr, but would wait a little longer if others were more injured than she was.