Sensing Meaghan's worry, Minerva had to briefly analyze: was Meaghan's mental state quite right, or would she be a detriment? Minerva didn't like emotion involved in situations such as this. But seeing the girl wringing her hands in a type of worry that meant friends- possibly more- Minerva's publicly cool heart did swell for the girl.
"You may. You will be with me, Miss McCormack," she instructed with a incline of her head through her glasses. "If you follow my instruction explicitly. I'll have no martyrs tonight, is that understood?"