Gemma had originally been pleased to see a pair of pretty faces in the room that weren't usually there, but knowing they were related to the DMLE in some way - and happened to be talking about crup fighting - hit her like a cold shower. She was long an expert in keeping a straight face no matter what was going on inside her brain, as anything less had resulted in many harsh lessons back when she'd first moved along Knockturn.
This was bad news, though. They even had the day close enough to maybe track it. Thankfully, they were here and speaking to them rather than taking action, which meant Gemma had time to do something to prevent herself from being found out. Her first thought was to try and see if there was anywhere she could deflect suspicion.
She lifted her hand before speaking, a gesture to show 'respect' for the speakers and an orderly meeting. "I haven't heard anything, but the only place I know of around here that's open one of those nights, other than Finnigan's, is Wingbeat. I don't really see people walking in or out of anywhere else those night, sorry."