Sarah was about to make her excuses and then leave, thinking that perhaps she could shake off some of the displeasure and discomfort the speech had evoked by drowning herself in Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. But just then the burly, bearded man let out a sharp gasp and seemed to wobble, though no one had touched him. The noise had also sounded...odd...but Sarah couldn't quite put her finger on why.
Her Healer's instincts kicking in, she couldn't help but ask the stranger. "Are you feeling alright? Can I help you?" Part of her had misgivings over offering - this person could be a Ministry lackey or a full-on Death Eater supporter. But she couldn't, in good conscience, turn her back on anyone who was ill. It looked like that Butterbeer would have to wait.