Dorcas stopped fiddling back and forth with her two drinks as Marlene spoke, though she in turn used her usual restless energy to softly shake her left leg as she leaned into the table to hear what the other had to say. She was quiet as Marlene spoke, though this time not exactly offering her thoughts through her actions. If the other was paying close enough attention, though, she'd notice that Dorcas was worrying at her lip the entire time.
She carefully weighed all that was being said, though started her own reply with a derisive scoff. "Don't even throw that out into the universe, Marls." True she felt she had more purpose during the war, but fighting immortals in her golden years sounded like pure hell; she had no idea how Dumbledore did it. "Well... is there anything we can be doing? More importantly: is there something we should be doing about this all?" She didn't have the power to throw together the Order of the Phoenix again, but couldn't help but wonder if doing so in a precautionary manner would benefit them at all.