It didn't matter, Orla thought to herself. Rodolphus had promised her much more than Umbridge could ever hope to deliver. She simply 'hrmphed' underneath her breath and shrugged. "Well, I do what I can. I work for the pleasure of it, you know, not because I must. Whatever happens, I have very few worries."
She didn't very much like werewolves at all and couldn't help the distasteful look she gave her desk when he brought up Fenrir. And she certainly didn't approve of the casual way in which he brought up Rodolphus' missing arm. "I think that's a problem we have. We under estimate them. Don't," she said, pursing her lips. Rodolphus sans one arm was just as dangerous as Rodolphus with two.