"Well, I can definitely help there," Abe said with a small smile. He glanced around the pub but his charms were working well. No one was taking any notice of them. Once he was certain of that he shifted his coat slightly about brought out a tiny little case no bigger than his palm. A whispered word enlarged it back to normal and he opened it to reveal five wands of various types and placed it on the table. "Have a go with these and see if one of them suits you. Gently if you please though! Don't break the wards I've set up."
He raised a rather unimpressed eyebrow at the girl. "You're going to have to tone down the melodramatics if you want to be successful at escaping and staying escaped. Right now I could put any disguise I liked on you but you'd get caught the moment you opened your mouth. I know they taught you stealth and subtlety in your Auror training. You might want to exercise those skills from now on."
His eyes flickered ever so briefly towards James. He knew he was perhaps being a touch unfair to the girl but she needed desperately to snap out of the need to describe her life so dramatically. She'd whored herself out to survive. Big deal. She wasn't the first, she wouldn't be the last. But acting as though her life was some sort of cheap melodrama was a bad habit to get into and one that could be difficult to break and the last thing any of them needed was someone who needed to be dramatic all the time. Being discreet and subtle was the more important skill set in these perilous times.
He gestured towards the wands. "Try them but the lad gets priority since you already have a wand." He turned back to James. "I've only heard from you and Molly so far. She seems well enough. Arthur's fine as are the boys. I'm going to try and drop in to see them at some point. Molly's asked for wands for herself, Arthur and young Bill." He smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, lad. Others will emerge from the woodwork. We'd know if they'd been caught. The Death Eaters wouldn't be able to resist parading them around."