Irit Barak smirked herself, though it was a cold smile, meant only for her boss. She respected him to some degree, of course; he was clearly a learned man, to be appointed as the REPRESENTATIVE TO BRITAIN, the very countr responsible for their own homeland's very existence. Still, though, he was a weak man, really, to need HER for protection from-- what, exactly? An attack by British wizards who resented the ability of Jews to make aliyah away from any troubles they might face in the Diaspora? How absurd! No, he was a weak and cowardly man, in fact-- one who wasn't nearly as cute or funny as he seemed to think he was!
Anyhow, she smirked at him, and remarked, in rapid-fire Hebrew, "I suppose they don't think you're IMPORTANT enough, sir!" To Selwyn she added, "Excuse me, sir, but you mentioned the Aurors? Those are the local equivalent of HaShomer, are they not?" When the handsome interpreter nodded briefly in response, she continued, "So.. ALL of your Aurors were CORRUPT, were they? ALL OF THEM!?" She smirked again -- at the interpreter, now, rather than her boss. "So... you're telling me that Great Britain is entirely defenceless against any Dark Wizards...?"