Michael waved his hand dismissively at the mention of not using names. Details. The tracking charms being done away with was the most important bit of what Harry was saying. The people he personally considered most useful to the Resistance were, not coincidentally, the most like him -- they'd done something rash and had been branded for it. As practical experience had showed, there were too many STs and not enough personnel to look at all of the incoming data; they hadn't stopped Michael from doing the things he wanted to do, but he couldn't deny that he was always on edge, wondering if the odds had finally stopped playing out in his favor. Getting rid of the charms would allow him to get some real work done.
"I already told you I won't be much help in the Ministry 'cause of this," he turned over his forearm to flash his brand, "so why're you telling me this if you're the only one what's doing somewhat risky? You want my help somehow?" He took a drink and raised his eyebrows at Harry over the rim of his glass. "For all you know, I'm the mole."