Gabrielle noticed no privacy spell; even though she was quite the distraction, she often became quite enamored with new people, herself.
"Oui!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands. "Zis Umbridge, she eez attacking ze 'elpless." I zink, zen, zat eet eez great to... ehm... 'ow to say zis... ruffle ze fezzers?" That sounded silly, but she hoped he got her point. She restated for good measure. "Ze woman SHOULD be 'earing 'ow much she eez 'ated."
The word 'hate' sat poorly on her tongue, as hating in general was something Gabrielle was poor at.
Her eyes lit up at his compliment. "I am told zis," she said with little hesitation. She gave him a look, hoping to pull from him a request to perform on his show.