Dorcas took the hand stretched out, absently noting it felt smoother than she would have thought. Marlene seemed ... sturdy - not gruff, but certainly no stranger to working for what she wanted. The vague familiarity tugged at her memory, ending only in a frustrating sense of knowledge that wasn't reachable.
Use to people commenting about her father, Dorcas only nodded, giving a thankful if reserved smile. It was no secret he was dead and she supposed it only made sense that Dumbledore would directly tell those involved in his organization, but she didn't like the fact that this woman knew more about her than she did about Marlene. It was the same unsettling feeling she had around Dumbledore, if she was honest, but she supposed there was nothing to be done about it - for now.
"Thank you," she replied after a moment. "He was a great man... as all of the - as everyone whose been killed was." As much as the death had driven her to this moment, it wasn't what she wanted to dwell on. "Will Dumbledore be meeting with us as well?"