Well then. To say that Remus was utterly stunned would be the understatement of the century. Of course, true to the core of his character, he remained rooted to the spot and took every ounce of Mr. Black’s criticism and scorn to heart. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t thought of in the relative sense. Why Sirius had wanted to associate with him in the first place still eluded him sometimes, James and Peter included. If they were somehow influencing Sirius to lash out against his family (unnecessarily so when he could simply choose not to provoke them), that wasn’t good at all. They were family, of course. A family that partly terrified him, but a family all the same.
"Yes," Remus managed despite the sinking feeling. "Yes, I agree. I’ll be sure to, er – pass along the information." If he could just find an excuse to slip away from the confrontation, he might be able to salvage something of his destroyed pride. As if he had it to begin with. Too bad the train wasn’t due to depart for another few minutes, and by the way the man was now scrutinizing him, Remus doubted he would be able to escape.