He nodded at her concern, an 'I'm fine' murmur in return, and moved the parchment out of the way as she placed the tray on the table surface. There was something to Josephine, her outfit and serene way, that made Robbie relax, though he would never slouch or be on anything less than his best behaviour. She was a strange sort of Slytherin really, he couldn't help but think, not at all like he would have expected, but then, it was incredibly narrow-minded of him to only think in stereotypes. He just couldn't imagine her surrounded by the purists and Death Eaters that had made up most of her house, and that wasn't conjecture.
"Oh, thank you," he said, pouring them both some from the teapot, then adding a little sugar and splash of milk to his, before stirring gently.
He waited a few moments, possibly obviously in the way he awkwardly paused to take a sip from his cup, eyes forced-casually glancing around at the shrubs and flowers, before launching into what they were meeting for. "The rehabilitation programme, I've brought the files I have, the plans and memos I've received from the DMLE and all that." He shifted in his seat, looking a little apologetic at his haste and impatience, but the programme needed to be off the ground as soon as possible. "I've worked on the plans, liaised with a few of the officials to work out the logistics of getting the prisoners released into MLE custody and the various menial tasks we can assign them, but I'd appreciate your thoughts."